You’ve come to me an open book you saynStill those dog eared pages get in the waynAll those slings and arrowsnI never pointed my dearnLeave me shoring the damnAnd soothing the beast of your wild frontiernnPieces of people and shapes of their heartsnLayers of loving you’ve worn from the startnFootsteps before me that carved who you arenEchoes of someone you wear as a scarnYou’re in piecesnPiecesnYou’re in pieces babynnUnder the rug buried in the dustnHides a little boy who cannot trustnWith your bow and arrownReady and pointed my dearnLeave me lost in a harbornSoothing your ghosts til they disappearnnPieces of people and shapes of their heartsnLayers of loving you’ve worn from the startnFootsteps before me that carved who you arenEchoes of someone you wear as a scarnYou’re in piecesnPiecesnYou’re in pieces baby