Pull back the curtain to reveal

Self doubt that I lack

A semblance of an internal track

Loop the tape deck back

Scream and shout all night

But keep it quiet

Call it a tight-knit fight

Give me pieces

To put together

All I want is something

To keep my hands busy

Hung from the wall

Bled 'til we're dry

But do it slowly

So it feels like a lie

Give me pieces

To put together

All I want is something

To keep my hands busy