Too many to mend
Libby weaverThere's too much damage to ignore.
I've spun in circles, I'm confused.
If no one wins, does no one lose?
We never learned to bend,
So we break and break again.
And now we're broken in.
Too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.
I'm the one who holds the gun.
You fire the bullet, then you run.
I soak the ground with gasoline
You strike the match and throw down the flame.
We never learned to bend,
So we break and break again.
And now we're broken in.
Too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.
It was never my intent to be the eve that makes you sin.
I fire temptation, you give in.
Too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.
We never learned to bend,
So we break and break again.
And now we're broken in.
Too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.
Ohh, too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.
Too many pieces to mend.