Puzzle Pieces – Saint Motel

I g-g-g-g-gotta say honestly,
when you look me it’s like a gun goes off deep inside of me.
I can hardly move I can barely breathe near your features.
The t-t-t-t-t-t-trouble is it’s just so obvious I still see all the lines of surgery remnants.
Where you cut away, left your flaws behind in the ether.
P-p-p-Face of puzzle pieces!
That don’t fit together.
Puzzle pieces.
That don’t fit together.
It’s never right but you just can’t move on.
You can’t decide take away or put on.
Your design but you won’t stop working.
A masterpiece in the flesh.
It’s your puzzle!
It’s your puzzle!
It’s yours.