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Paroles: Ashlee Simpson. Autobiography. Pieces Of Me.

On a Monday, I am waiting
Tuesday, I am fading
And by Wednesday I can't sleep

Then the phone rings, I hear you
And the darkness is a clear view
Cause' you've come to rescue me

Fall, with you I fall so fast
I can hardly catch my breath
I hope it lasts

It seems like I can finally rest
My head on something real
I like the way that feels

It's as if you know me better than
I ever knew myself, I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

I am moody, messy
I get restless and senseless
How you never seem to care

When I'm angry' you listen
Make me happy, it's your mission
And you wont stop 'til I'm there

Fall, sometimes I fall so fast
When I hit the bottom crash
You're all I have

It seems like I can finally rest
My head on something real
I like the way that feels

It's as if you know me better than
I ever knew myself, I love how you can tell
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

How do you know
Everything I'm about to say
Am I that obvious and if it's written on my face
I hope it never goes away, yeah

On a Monday I am waiting
And by Tuesday I am fading
Into your arms, so I can breath

It seems like I can finally rest
My head on something real
I like the way that feels

It's as if you know me better than
I ever knew myself, I love how you can tell
I love how you can tell, I love how you can tell
Pieces, pieces, pieces of me
All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me