Pieces of You

Well, I wish I could keep every piece of you All the lies and the truths, all the trophies from your youth And the phone you used to call me on I would put them all up on my shelf Just to be close to you And I wrote your name on the empty bottle of wine All the kisses and the fights, our first Christmas lights The silver cone for your short black hair I would put each one in its very own box Just to have you near to me Some people just see a pile of junk They don't know that it's pieces of you Pieces of you, you But I'd trade it all just to have you here by my side Hear your laugh one more time, feel your hand holding mine See that hungry look in your eyes I would hide your keys so you couldn't drive Then you'd still be here with me Some people just see a pile of junk They don't know that it's pieces, pieces of you Pieces of you, you, you