Outside

I'm pickin' up and pickin' up the fallen jars
The ones on stones in graveyards
I metaphorically fix people in my mind
Ain't it funny?
Ain't it romantic?
How I always need to fix everything before me
As a reflection of what I feel life expects of me

Looking for peace among the dead, protected
Follow my own advice and go outside
Souls hangin' around
Mental pictures on my mind

So l'm pickin' up and pickin' up the fallen jars
The ones on stones in graveyards
I metaphorically fix people in my mind
Ain't it funny?
Ain't it romantic?
How I always need to fix everything before me
As a reflection of what I feel life expects of me
My savior complex, my burden, my faith

Focusin' on others so it doesn't have to be about me
Actin' as a temporary bandage
Thick enough to get me through the day
Anythin' but talk about my own
But how long, how long before I reach a crossroad

So l'm pickin' up and pickin'up the fallen jars
The ones on stones in graveyards
I metaphorically fix people in my mind
Ain't it funny?
Ain't it romantic?
How I always need to fix everything before me
As a reflection of what I feel life expects of me
My savior complex, my burden, my faith

Pickin' up the broken pieces of my heart
All alone in the middle of a crowd
Of people that are not even around - anymore