Too many sorries went around   And he became a familiar sound   Got so tired of the melody   Melodies were meant to be free      You got me pickin' up all my pieces   Put 'em back in my pocket in case I need them   Hoping it's not, if but when   Hoping it's not so much later but so soon, ooh      When we last talked, we didn't expect a thing   Couldn't believe but your love did sting   If I found myself walking backwards into you   Would you spill out all your memories too?      We're pickin' up all our pieces   Put 'em back in our pockets and just leave them   Hoping it's not, if but when   Hoping the same old melody will feel new, ooh