Pieces

*When you’re in pieces I’ll try to meet you.

Sometimes in the middle, sometimes I will greet you.

I’ll fall between your seats, but you will find me,

on your way to a better day. 

See me run, I’m just a boy,

I’ll always come to you.

I’m just a boy,

I’ll never see through you.

Good for a wall, bad for a window,

don’t fall.

Cause I like to see through your eyes, know what you’re thinking.

Dive deep in thought, seeing is believing.  

I believe I seen it all connect my ideas with halls

and I walk through them.

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Wake up to watch the world,

I’m on your side.

Come back to town,

you’ll be alright.

If it ever really seems that you’re just living a dream, just think:

As far as you try to go,

There’ll always be farther.

So just stay close,

I’ll try not to bother.

But if I do just give me a clue,

I’ll take it for the truth and ill go walking.

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Read it in some large book,

the keys to it all.

Advice is good,

only if its seen the fall.

If you’re down for today, soon you will find me, always.

See it all from one side,

time turns seconds to days, to life.

Which seems like a plan,

you think you got it, think you got it, think you understand

‘till you mess up in the middle you cant do it again.

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