All the Pieces (halfway version)
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Grandpa told me one time that he didn't mind the pain
Of growing up, and growing old, and I would feel the same
But I don't understand, yeah, I don't understand
I guess it's over my head
Grandma wasn't too impressed with half the things I did
I swear she only tolerated me 'cause I was kin
But I don't hold a grudge, I hope that she don't hold a grudge
I guess it's out of our hands
Looking back, I guess I get what they all try to say
But I think I understood the words, and not quite what they meant
But now it's much too late
To redeliberate
To rะตinterpret intent
If ะตvery tree you climb leaves a splinter in your palm
And every hill you cross leaves you further out from home
If every love you lose makes it harder to move on
Then I confess that I know less now than at the start
But now it's time to say goodnight (Woah)
And everybody's looking at me (Woah-oh)
And I can't think of a word to say, so I will
Nod my head and agree
'Cause everybody's got the time (Woah)
And it's just a matter of when (Woah-oh)
And I just hope when they come for me, that I'll be
Strong enough to defend what I've done
Every single time I tell myself this is the end
Somebody handing something off, the longing pulls me in
But this is my final ride, this is my last goodbye
I have had more than my share
And secretly, I hope, I pray, that right before I die
I'll make amends with all my friends that I wrung out to dry
And hope they understand, I hope so bad they understand
That I was out of my mind
If ะตvery tree you climb leaves a splinter in your palm
And every hill you cross leaves you further out from home
If every love you lose makes it harder to move on
Then I confess that I know less now than at the start
But now it's time to say goodnight (Woah)
And everybody's looking at me (Woah-oh)
And I can't think of a word to say, so I will
Nod my head and agree
'Cause everybody's got the time (Woah)
And it's just a matter of when (Woah-oh)
And I just hope when they come for me, that I'll be
Strong enough to defend what I've done
Some day you'll see the pieces that you gathered up
Ironically, were the pieces that don't mean too much
Everyone was doing shit, but somebody screamed out
"All the pieces don't add up!"
You'll find out, the thing you thought would never end
It winds down, eventually it changes tense
We were all talking 'bout the things we do when we got out
But all our big plans fell apart to tiny pieces
But by now, you should've had something more to show
And I know, it didn't turn out the way you'd hope
We were all waiting on something we knew would never come, and
All the pieces don't add up!
Under the threat of violence, with the weight of the world upon us
I focus on just surviving, just making it through the next hard time
We could barely figure out what everybody's on about, but
All the pieces don't add up!
And I know my mind, it's mine to mind
And I don't know right, from what feels right
I squandered all my chances, but I came to realize that
All the pieces don't add up!
And you'll see, despite attempts to warn you
Eventually, you'll realize that all you wanted was a piece
A bit of peace of mind, and the tiniest piece of the pie
And I know, you've heard this all before my friend
And it goes, round and round until it ends
But right before it does, you'll turn to all the ones you love, and
All the pieces fall in (place) place!
Way back in the day when there weren't shades of gray
And everyone was satisfied and everything had its place
Then we start on the side, we're slowly lobbing off
Wolf packs of all the cracks are showing up in our walls
So they can (Down, down, down)
Yeah, and everyone pays a price
None of us could believe the way the rumors multiplied
And they went (Round, round, round)
'Til everyone thought they knew
'Til everyone swallowed up the lie and thought it was the truth
But they were wrong
Grandpa told me one time that he didn't mind the pain
Of growing up, and growing old, and I would feel the same
But I don't feel too much of anything, and I'm running out of days
I'm running out of metaphors, and running out of ways to say
The things I want to say, without me
Saying all the things I want to say
Grandpa told me one time that he didn't mind the pain
Of growing up, and growing old, and I would feel the same
But I don't understand, yeah, I don't understand
I guess it's over my head