Runnin' round
He's gone tonight
He's claiming the throne
Grant us some mercy
For you know nothing of the mess you're leaving behind
He shuffles the queen around in a deck of cards
I'm still trying to find answers to mend this broken heart
Ode to my father (ode to my father)
To my father
(It's over, my father, it's over, it's over)
It's this year's addiction
Watching you walk out the door
The stench of the last
Last look you gave to me
You gave to me
You gave to me
You gave to me
You're a perfectionist when it comes to it
You're a perfectionist when it comes to it
You're a perfectionist when it comes to it
You're a perfectionist when it comes to it
It saddens me to know you could start a new life
Leaving everything
It saddens me to know you could start a new life
Now I am left to pick up the pieces
When I never asked to be here
Down a whore's throat
And it lives with me every day
To give it a shot around
To give it a shot to live on
Now I am left to stitch up
And we'll give it a shot to move
We'll give it a shot to
I pick up the pieces
I pick up the pieces
I pick up the pieces
I pick up the pieces