Icon For Hire – Pieces (Guitar)

C#m
You're not running just enough of a wreck

         A                    B
To hold the hurt heart everybody expects

  C#m
And I know you wrote a history of making a mess

  A                            B
Misunderstood's an understatement at best

C#m                        A                
How long, how long will you demand my sympathy?

B                         A              B
We all know hurt so why do you feel the need to?

A                             B                
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste

  G#m                    F#m  
No one's buying it anyway

C#m                              A                                E
You're so tired trying to rewind the mess you've made of your own mind

                        G#m                     B
(Woah) But the pieces won't pick up themselves, you know

C#m                                      A
You can fight just like you've been taught

                                E
It won't undo the life you've got

                  G#m                           B
(Woah) 'Cause the pieces won't pick up themselves, you know

C#m      
You say you try,

    A
You're after something better

B
It doesn't show,

   A               B
You're still not put together

A                             B                
Put on a pretty face, give them a pretty taste

  G#m                    F#m  
No one's buying it anyway

C#m   A      C#m       B        G#m     A
Everybody knows liars never make it for long

                        C#m        B      A    B
I am getting close, I can see just what's going on

              D#m  C#m  B       A   B
Everybody knows, everybody knows (Woah)

C#m   A      C#m       B        G#m     A                                              
I remember what you were before you gave it away 

                             C#m        B         A          B
You've never been the type to watch the pieces fall where they may

D#m  C#m   B            A     B
     But I know you know (Woah)

                        G#m
But the pieces won't pick up themselves, you know