Pieces of You

There's a piece of you in everything I do
 Your eyes watch over me at night when I'm dreaming
 Your hair rests on my shoulder, your head on my chest
 In the morning you steal my breath
 I stumble and fall, you have it all
 Your reflection's in the rear view mirror
 Your hand on my leg
 The street passes quietly with your legs on my dash
 Your fingers through my hair
 Your voice with the radio, it's the only sound I know
 All the time we swerve around these curves ...And we crash
 I collect your blood in this bottle
 Your fingers in my pockets
 Staring into your blank eyes
 Placing hair in my wallet
 And your tooth's around my neck on a chain
 I don't know if I can pick up everything
 Every night I always pray
 While these souvenirs will keep me awake
 There's a piece of you in everything I do
 I keep these pieces of you