In Pieces - Mae

We got acquainted on a warm summer’s night

Top floor of your apartment

Is where we started clicking for the first time

And our future it was so bright

I was there to be a melody and under the impression

That you would be my harmony, yeah

Pretty soon we were dressed up in lights

If you wanted centre stage I was there on your right

I was singing on the grandstand

Where I think we made our first plans

To be a source of friction

A clear contradiction

This is where we discovered our dissonance

And all these things I think about in pieces

All these scenes I play again in my mind

When were the two of us destined, oh, to come undone

When we had just begun

Well is it possible I got something wrong

In the middle of a moment

While we laboured over song

While we toiled over every word

Was it your voice you wanted heard?

At the time I thought I tried

To strip away some of my pride

But I couldn’t understand where you were coming from

All these things you could explain in pieces

All these things you could’ve said but never tried

You were always there

Waiting for us to come undone

And now all that we’ve built, yes

Everything we have came undone

We always used to fight

The record that we kept of wrongs and rights

Would lock us there inside

You turned and walked away

And left me picking pieces off the ground

In scattered disarray, yeah

All these things I could explain in pieces

All these things I’d want to say

But how could I?

I was always there

Waiting for you to come undone

And I knew you would

I knew you would break some day

And come unglued

I knew you were waiting

For the day that you’d leave us

And be gone for good

We always used to fight

The record that we kept of wrongs and rights

Would lock us there inside

You turned and walked away

And left me picking pieces off the ground

And I am here to stay

(Although in pieces yeah)

I’ll go pick up the pieces

I’m waiting out the night

For when we see the sun

The work we’ve done will finally come to light

And with the break of day

We’ll put the pieces back in place somehow

Until we find out way

(Although in pieces)

I’ll go pick up the pieces every time