The dangling conversation still hangin' in the air
Lingering on my clothes and heaven knows
I could stay till the twilight turns to day, and then
I'll start the process all over again, and I'll be
Pickin' up the pieces
Tryin' to find a reason for all the stupid things that I do
Days like these are few and further in between
When everything falls in place, but I'm disgraced
When I'm falling all over the place
And tonight I'm calling you, and we can make a late-night rendezvous
But tomorrow I'm
Pickin' up the pieces
Tryin' to find a reason for all the stupid things that I've done with you
I'm pickin' up the pieces
Makin' up excuses, tryin' to find my way back to you
If one is the loneliest number, then 80's all the proof that I need
To pick up all the pieces and pull myself together indeed
This dance is finally over, the crowd has all gone home
But i stand with you in hand, and no demands have you made of my soul
To change my evil ways, and you're still in my blood
When night turns day again, and I am
Pickin' up the pieces
Tryin' to find a reason for all the stupid things that I've done with you
I'm pickin' up the pieces
Makin' up excuses, tryin' to find my way back to you
Put me back to gather and pick up all the pieces of me
No more aggravation, I'm picking' up the pieces of me
No procrastination, I'm pickin' up the pieces of me