Pick Up The Pieces (Money Mark)

Too many sorries went around And he became a familiar sound Got so tired of the melody Melodies were meant to be free You got me pickin' up all my pieces Put 'em back in my pocket in case I need them Hoping it's not, if but when Hoping it's not so much later but so soon, ooh When we last talked, we didn't expect a thing Couldn't believe but your love did sting If I found myself walking backwards into you Would you spill out all your memories too? We're pickin' up all our pieces Put 'em back in our pockets and just leave them Hoping it's not, if but when Hoping the same old melody will feel new, ooh