(Maybe I found a missing piece) Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece of you and me Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece of you and me Yeah Why can't we just be complete Half of myself I used to be Now, now, the poetry's in the sheets Fantasize the ideal I'll never reach Now I'm not going to the church to preach But everything we had was a real peach Took our fine time to find cyanide in the core And rob blind the time we spent of anything pure I can admit I'm immature Every time we talked or felt unsure But I never felt so right in my fucking eyes When I realized that you're what I live for You're the oar on my boat that capsized You're the forty my liver gets baptized by And maybe you can buy me an escape 'Cause I hate the way that I'm living Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece of you and me Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece Maybe I found a missing piece of you and me