if i were a thing, i'd probably be a puzzle.
the one wrapped in plastic,
and smells like a fresh one.
a puzzle that's always challenging,
the one that attracts people's interest
but not everyone could solve.

if i had known it was going to be the very last time i was embracing you
i might have taken notice of the little things
like the way our lips locked together and moved in such a beautiful rhythmic motion
and the way our bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle
and the way your voice sang perfect harmonies along with mine
if i had known it was going to be the very last time i was embracing you
i might have taken notice of the little things

built a puzzle out of my surroundings
till it makes the perfect formula
the catalysis: energy

And I tried to fit in
Cutting away the edges of me
Hoping to be part of the picture

I tried to fit in
Closing my eyes
Covering my ears
Sealing my lips

To the sins of yours
To the sins of mine
Trying to be part of the picture

But I could not fit in
In this puzzle edge
With a straight back and a crooked front

I wasn't meant to fit in the picture

I was meant to be a picture
In a gallery called life

I was not a puzzle piece
I was not in pieces

I was and am a picture
In this gallery called life