Pieces

You glue together pieces meant to eagerly fit 

While you practice plastic giving semantics in attempt

To get it all right in the end

And after two years loosely leaching all the motive I've stored

The bank is calling back because it needs more than more

More than a rain check

More than a rain check

She said god will give us a perfect time and a place

A little further out than now but in good faith

But he doesn't know my name

He doesn't know my name