PIECES OF ME                            © 2002 Acoustic Ross

It’s time I got my ass in gear
I don’t have the stomach for this business
It’s been six weeks since you were here
And now my heart’s not in this

  I’ve got one foot in the grave
  but the rest of me might be saved
  Baby I go to pieces when you’re around

Butterflies in my stomach, both hands on the wheel
What happened to my nerves of steel?
My foot in the door, my lips are still sealed
My head up my ass is still technically head over heels

  I grease my hair with Crisco*
  I left my heart in San Francisco
  Baby I go to pieces when you’re around

  (EKG solo)

  I bury my head in the sand 
  and all my combat’s hand to hand
  Baby I go to pieces when you’re around

Now I’ve got my head in the game
Got my nose to the grindstone, and I’ll shoulder the blame
It’s all in my head, but my head’s in a vice
I’d lift a finger, but it wouldn’t be nice

  So you can kiss my ass in traction
  my body of work is out of action
  Baby I go to pieces when you’re around

  I asked you to remember me
  you thought I said “dismember me”
  Baby I go to pieces when you’re around

  You took my hand
  You stole my heart
  You buried the rest in a box in the yard
  Baby I go to pieces when you’re around.


* sorry, I very apologize for this line.