Pieces

Caged in locked up and I'm still figuring out how the tide keeps changing Floating, falling, the words keep coming in, but the table's still set for you Pieces of you. And all these little outcomes of thinking about me Has got me thinking about you And you know I mean it well. I need this, your sweetness I'm picking up the pieces of you, pieces of you, pieces of your Old Mindset, young blindness If all these pieces of you, pieces of you, make it feel true. If a stopped clock still gives the right time twice a day Then if we start now, have we been right anyway? Some things in life, well they may suffice A stoppage of my loneliness But maybe it's right over the long term. And all these little outcomes of thinking about me Has got me thinking about you And you know I mean it well. I need this, your sweetness I'm picking up the pieces of you, pieces of you, pieces of your Old mindset, young blindness If all these pieces of you, pieces of you, make it feel true.