| Song | Replacement Parts |
| Artist | Candy Hearts |
| Album | Bridge Nine Bandcamp Sampler |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sometimes my bones feel too clumsy for my skin, | |
| the skin that can’t forgive the scar on my hip, | |
| the one that you trace with your hands. | |
| Sometimes my brain can’t make up it’s mind, | |
| a broken switch, a down power line | |
| a radio cutting in and out, | |
| my swingset mood swinging up and down. | |
| It’s just another thing that I can’t fix | |
| like the broken clasp on my favorite necklace, | |
| the loneliness that anchors me to bed, | |
| but you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I’ve rusted out that I don’t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don’t work out the way we planned. | |
| And I know I make myself miserable, | |
| sleep to much to see how it feels | |
| when I wake up and everything’s heavier | |
| But you know that you do the same, | |
| stay up in bed until all of the things | |
| you don’t want to think are tangled up inside your sheets. | |
| It’s just another thing that I don’t need | |
| like loneliness or the wisdom teeth | |
| that are constantly pressing on my head | |
| but you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I’ve rusted out that I don’t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don’t work out the way we planned. | |
| And you know how I work. | |
| I’m clumsy with everything. | |
| I break my own heart, | |
| but I promise if you lend my yours | |
| I wont let it fall. | |
| I wont let it fall. | |
| And you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I’ve rusted out that I don’t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don’t work out the way we planned. | |
| The way we planned. | |
| The way we planned. |
| Sometimes my bones feel too clumsy for my skin, | |
| the skin that can' t forgive the scar on my hip, | |
| the one that you trace with your hands. | |
| Sometimes my brain can' t make up it' s mind, | |
| a broken switch, a down power line | |
| a radio cutting in and out, | |
| my swingset mood swinging up and down. | |
| It' s just another thing that I can' t fix | |
| like the broken clasp on my favorite necklace, | |
| the loneliness that anchors me to bed, | |
| but you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I' ve rusted out that I don' t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don' t work out the way we planned. | |
| And I know I make myself miserable, | |
| sleep to much to see how it feels | |
| when I wake up and everything' s heavier | |
| But you know that you do the same, | |
| stay up in bed until all of the things | |
| you don' t want to think are tangled up inside your sheets. | |
| It' s just another thing that I don' t need | |
| like loneliness or the wisdom teeth | |
| that are constantly pressing on my head | |
| but you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I' ve rusted out that I don' t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don' t work out the way we planned. | |
| And you know how I work. | |
| I' m clumsy with everything. | |
| I break my own heart, | |
| but I promise if you lend my yours | |
| I wont let it fall. | |
| I wont let it fall. | |
| And you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I' ve rusted out that I don' t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don' t work out the way we planned. | |
| The way we planned. | |
| The way we planned. |
| Sometimes my bones feel too clumsy for my skin, | |
| the skin that can' t forgive the scar on my hip, | |
| the one that you trace with your hands. | |
| Sometimes my brain can' t make up it' s mind, | |
| a broken switch, a down power line | |
| a radio cutting in and out, | |
| my swingset mood swinging up and down. | |
| It' s just another thing that I can' t fix | |
| like the broken clasp on my favorite necklace, | |
| the loneliness that anchors me to bed, | |
| but you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I' ve rusted out that I don' t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don' t work out the way we planned. | |
| And I know I make myself miserable, | |
| sleep to much to see how it feels | |
| when I wake up and everything' s heavier | |
| But you know that you do the same, | |
| stay up in bed until all of the things | |
| you don' t want to think are tangled up inside your sheets. | |
| It' s just another thing that I don' t need | |
| like loneliness or the wisdom teeth | |
| that are constantly pressing on my head | |
| but you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I' ve rusted out that I don' t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don' t work out the way we planned. | |
| And you know how I work. | |
| I' m clumsy with everything. | |
| I break my own heart, | |
| but I promise if you lend my yours | |
| I wont let it fall. | |
| I wont let it fall. | |
| And you could cut it out of me, | |
| replace the parts I' ve rusted out that I don' t need. | |
| Erase all the stupid things I say, | |
| the things that don' t work out the way we planned. | |
| The way we planned. | |
| The way we planned. |