Vārdi: Direct Hit!. #4. Snickers Or Reese's (Pick Up The Pieces).

I'm looking out for falling knives and bricks
because I heard you've got a bone to pick with me

Now I can't sleep cause I'm worried sick
that I'll wake up with an ice pick in my brain -
Keeping the door locked might keep you away,
but I dunno how it's gonna keep me sane,
when I have pills just to make it to the end of the day

And so my bed's got a handgun underneath,
I've got a suicide pill in between my teeth,
I've got a six-inch blade for my own relief

But I've got nothing but your letters in the mail
to keep me up at night planning how I'll get out alive
if you decide that's enough, and now it's time I die

If you break in tonight, this is what I'll cry:
2, 3, 4, no no oh don't break down the door

Why can't we pick up the pieces?
Why can't just everybody make up?
Take a break til the tension decreases,
Just practice, treat it like a break up?
So why can't we smooth out the creases?
I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up, no

I'm looking out for pieces of your mind you
feed to me when you feel like wasting time -
Not that they work how you want, like cyanide,
strychnine, mustard gas, or any poison in kind,
because I keep every bottle I've got underneath
my kitchen sink full to the brim of the antidote, see


Take a chill pill, take a single second to breathe,
and you might see it's not worth taking a hatchet to me

So why can't we pick up the pieces?
Why can't just everybody make up?
Take a break til the tension decreases,
Just practice, treat it like a break up?
So can you tell me where the chief of police is?
I don't wanna go to bed and never wake up, no

You gotta find some way to cut this out
Cause I don't wanna hear it, never again, not now
My heart beats harder when you're around
And it's not a matter of "holier-than-thou"

Well it's a fact your temper ceases when you
enact blood sugar increases, and it ain't helping
you to hear these speeches, so maybe all you need
are Snickers or Reese's