Pieces Of This Mess

what a mess... there are pieces allover the place
there's a heart that feels like a maze

what a mess... there's an out-of-date pack of rotten words
there's an open cage without any birds

what a mess... there's a broken lens laying beside some blue old glasses
there's a dusty window through which no light passes

what a mess... there's a rusty jukebox that no longer plays
there's a vynil inside where your fingerprint still lays

what a mess... there's an abandoned set of chess with a missing queen
there's a game not even a genius can win

what a mess... there are pieces allover the floor
nobody sees them, we closed the door

we are... the pieces of this mess