Fingertips

I am picking up the pieces Too many have I lost down in the grass I know I’m just as good as she is But I don’t want to play so I will pass

Bridge: You know I meant it But it’s not healthy To play pretend When everything is bent

Refrain: The greatest things are always getting crushed to bits I remember having your lips on my fingertips

Every day you brought a different story And none of them has turned out to be true It’s funny that I‘ve ever truly worried It’s funny that I worried about you