Picking up the pieces Puzzled by the fragments of your life Interviews and bee stings Though the hall of mirrors in your mind It ain't too cohesive Scattered patterns barely recognized Visit all the beaches deserted in the crystal sands of time Read about the cases Think about the times you couldn't sleep It's pretty invasive That's a different kind of surgery You had them in pieces Over for some tea and sympathy Paying off the leases Stare off into space and watch TV Nothing to remember Nothing to remember Spring through December Oh well Whatever