Mosaic

A song about heartbreak and healing, written in real time

Verse:

I'd take back my broken pieces, but they're still at your place

Between the creaks in the hardwood and the freckles on your face

So do what you'd like with them, they were meant for you anyway

Bury them in the garden, make a mosaic

I'm framed between the bookshelves, and the paintings on your wall

It's better being cluttered up than to have never loved at all

And I'm a blank slate, pacing downtown, silent and alone

Cause the heart of me is the part of your house that makes it feel like home 

Chorus:

All I ask is that you treat me well

Can your whole heart please remember I'm not half myself?

All I ask is if I'm shattered now

You remember I was someone that you cared about

Verse:

I can't tell if this is kindness, or some sort of shame

Like patching up the cracks to hide the path from whence you came

You take all my pieces, and my reasons, and my plans

And sift them like the sands of time through your once-gentle hands

Part of me wants that heart back, but most of me can't

So I stroll the streets in search of me, singing songs and kicking cans

I gather up some scraps, and I like how they catch the light

I'll tuck them in my desolate soul and try to sleep tonight

Chorus:

All I ask is that you treat me well

Can your whole heart please remember I'm not half myself?

All I ask is if I'm shattered now

You remember I was someone that you cared about

Bridge:

All I ask is that you treat me well

If only so it's easier living with yourself

All I ask is when you think of me

You remember an unbroken heart's a luxury

Verse:

You could call what you've made a mosaic, you could call it a mess

But the critics call it nuanced, so let's call it art, I guess

This piece was ours, two broken hearts, two shades of red and blue

If it's only supposed to be made of me, how come it looks so much like you?

I'd take my broken pieces, but they haven't been mine

No, I'm not pieces now, I'm a masterpiece, made of growing pains and time

Then they'll hang us on the same wall, in the same hall, anyway

Two completed pieces, and there's nothing left to say