The holes in the wall Behind the picture that you hung The one with our mouths gapin' open wide Frozen in a song unsung Tell their own sad story of time Of somethin' I held but it was never mine And I can't bring myself to patch 'em up Sugar's on the counter Because you took your coffee sweet The carpet's on the floor 'cause you hate the feeling of The cold against your feet In my bed, you're not there I smell the faded memory of your hair And I can't bring myself to wash the sheets Too many pieces of you Too many pieces to hold on to Could we put them back together? Hang this picture on the wall? The holes are there to hang it And I'll be here if you call I'll be here if you call Will my mind keeps wrappin' around The love that we had at the start? And I could cry But it, it only reminds me Of the tears you used to break my heart Woah ooah Later on Too many pieces of you Too many pieces to hold on to Could we put them back together? Hang this picture on the wall? The holes are there to hang it And I'll be here if you call I'll be here if you call I'll be here if you call I'll be here if you call I'll be here if you call