Pieces of Everything
[Soft room ambience + faint mechanical hums]
[Verse 1]
I come home every night to the same quiet scene
Broken things scattered where they’ve always been
An old toaster that’s too small but looks proud and true
A busted TV that only shows static and wood
The roboduster sits in the corner collecting dust
A fridge that doesn’t cool now used to store other things
Water heater’s silent, the lamp glows pink instead
I don’t know why I keep them… but I can’t let them be dead
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not a fixer, never learned how to try
I just see them thrown out and something in me cries
I pick them up, bring them home, give them one more night
Even if they don’t work… it still feels right
[Chorus]
Pieces of Everything
Things that nobody needs
Pieces of Everything
The broken and the obsolete
I don’t know why I save them, I don’t know what they mean
But they feel like family in this quiet little scene
Pieces of Everything
I keep them close to me
[Verse 2]
People laugh when they see my little collection
Say I’m crazy for keeping junk with no direction
But every scratched screen, every bent-up frame
Feels like something calling out my name
I wish I knew how to wake them, make them whole again
Fix the wires, fix the code, bring them back from the end
But I’m just a janitor with a broom and dirty hands
Still… I keep them safe the only way I can
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I talk to them sometimes when the nights get long
Tell them stories, sing them half-remembered songs
They don’t answer back… at least not all the time
But I swear they’re listening somewhere deep inside
[Chorus]
Pieces of Everything
Things that nobody needs
Pieces of Everything
The broken and the obsolete
I don’t know why I save them, I don’t know what they mean
But they feel like family in this quiet little scene
Pieces of Everything
I keep them close to me
[Bridge — softer]
Maybe one day I’ll understand
Why my heart won’t let them go
Maybe one day they’ll wake up
And I won’t feel so alone
[Solo][key lift] [Note lift]
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I talk to them sometimes when the nights get long
Tell them stories, sing them half-remembered songs
They don’t answer back… at least not all the time
But I swear they’re listening somewhere deep inside
[Chorus]
Pieces of Everything
Things that nobody claims
Pieces of Everything
The bent-up, busted, out-of-date
I don’t know why I hang on, I don’t know what they prove
But they feel like old pals in my back room after dark
Pieces of Everything
I keep them close to me
[Outro — gentle, hopeful]
For now…
You’re safe here with me.