Lyrics

puzzle pieces, puzzle pieces
fit together and drift equally
I think I've seen you once or twice
in the
gaps between leather bound books
of our imagination in some contrived space the pieces fit so nice, Ron Burgundy would be

proud. Here around the places
where vines grow on crumbling brick
and the patrons pray to their macbook pros or glowing rectangles oh I bet your
home smells of rich mahogany mahogany!and artisinal soaps!
(chorus)
a perfect entanglement
but the pieces don't align
all the time
Oh don't you have a home or some loungey spot
where you could maybe() get some sleeeee eeee p, or have you forgot.
oh don't you have some loungey spot like one that's not a coffee shop
where maybe you could even get some sleep?
the right puzzlepiece
oh Puzzle piece
so hard to find its needs
in a jumbled box
near hollyhock
Fallen between sidewalk weeds
Lost amongst the friendly cracks of paved pathways past buildings
where
you spend your days in a blistering haze of
Attic lofts and box fans
and antique cutlery
(Bridge)
a perfect entanglement
but the pieces don't align
all the time
Oh don't you have some loungey spot
where you could maybe even get some sleeeee eeeep
oh don't you have some loungey spot like one that's not a coffee shop
where maybe you could even get some sleep?
But all the nearby nooks and spots
to get your brunch bagels and lox should never
ever have a card machine
No dear establishments we've grown to love
your ancient charm so what's the harm in excluding
roaches from the highrises
if you know what I mean.