I call this song my fun-upbeat-sad-breakup-song. Is there a category for that?
PIECES
Treyan Porter

I let the phone just ring
I don’t even check who
I got a lot of messages, a whole lot of mail
But none of it’s coming from you

And I still get out the door
Pretending I got something to do
But the truth is I’m hoping I’ll still wake up
From this bad dream where I lost you

     Then I wouldn’t be half a man
     With a quarter of a heart
     There’s too many pieces missing since you took them
     And I don’t know where to start

I’ve been lately thinking
Since you said, “goodbye”
I wish that they had never invented that word
And then you never would’ve let it fly

Now you could still have walked away
But that would never hold
I would have chased you down, dropped to my knees
And begged you, “Baby please don’t go”

     Then I wouldn’t be half a man
     With a quarter of a heart
     There’s too many pieces missing since you took them
     And I don’t know where to start

I called out the other day
Just cried out your name
The silence that followed, it knocked me right back
Into my pity and my shame

Last night I had that dream again
We were hand in hand
I saw that old smile and found myself praying
That I wouldn’t wake up again

     Then I wouldn’t be half a man
     With a quarter of a heart
     There’s too many pieces missing since you took them
     And I don’t know where to start

     I wouldn’t be half a man
     With a quarter of a heart
     There’s too many pieces missing since you took them
     And I don’t know where to start