Jimmy (James) Shaw's album from 1997
Smaller PiecesEvery time I fall asleepSmaller Pieces by ~Visored-wanna-be
I cut too deep
Look at my hand and feet
Feel like I am incomplete
And when this happens my brain turns off
Was it ever on?
Am I gone?
Yet I use these eyes to look upon
Look in the mirror
Splash water in my face
But it wont erase this case
Of feeling misplaced
My body is empty
My life is a haze
Smaller pieces fall
Like Living in a maze
I hate that I create
And to this date
i remember that I used to be a blank slate
My blood is a token
That my mind is broken
And I keep getting roped in
With every word that is spoken
My body is a book
Full of crease
Break mirror, bleed
Only makes smaller pieces
The Debatethere is a secret orderThe Debate by ~Visored-wanna-be
that has meetings in my head
and individual member
personally wants him dead
and second but not least
this other bunch fights for so much
"what purpose he could serve
is an un-necessary crutch"
they have debates for ours on end
in order to settle their scores
"you lied!", shouts on in discontent,
"you dirty little whores!"
they have a box to see
who will rise and who will fall
with question comments concerns and more
to whom the opinion calls
some leave death threats, some love letters
and they aren't getting any better
some are lover, others haters
often scribed on the same papers
"now listen here, we're not corrupt
our voices must be herd
every time we speak you interrupt
we don't get in a word"
"oh quit your fucking wining
you already twenty steps ahead"
"here here", shouts another
"paint the fucker red"
"this poor girl was born with a broken heart