Pick it up/Put it All Back
By Ty Kovatch

Pick it up/put it all back
Pick it up/put it all back
Pick it up/put it all back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm not staying for the execution
I'm just trying to get the judge to smile
I'm not saying I'm your best solution
I'm just trying to get a fairer trial

Pick it up/put it all back
Pick it up/put it all back
Pick it up/put it all back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm not stocking up on ammunition
I'm just waiting for my time to strike
I'm not giving into this temptation
I'm just doing all the things I like

In between the red and black
The broken pieces cut like glass
It's open season, hearts attack
So pick it all back up, and put it all back

Pick it up/put it all back
Pick it up/put it all back
Pick it up/put it all back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All this love is just a demonstration
And all these memories are like a pill
And all these enemies - imagination!
I am wounded but I love you still

In between the red and black
The broken pieces cut like glass
It's open season, hearts attack
So pick it all back up, and put it all back

© Ty Kovatch 2012

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