Pick up the pieces we threw down last night
All those slurred, whispered words; a curse of four bottles of wine
You barely remember, what I'd give to forget
God, it must be so easy living inside your head
Pick at my bones, my eyes so red raw
What was once my best dress; a mess, I writhe on the floor
You tell me I'm pretty while my waist wastes away
God, your words are so filling when I've been starved for days
Lighter and lovely
Pick up the pace dear, we're falling behind
Just a slack-jawed disgrace, embrace the bones by your side
Your pockets are empty, the room has been cleared
God's abandoned the table, he's grown tired of prayers
Lighter and lovely
Someday you'll love me