How did I get here standing in a mess that I have made?
Little by little adding to the chaos everyday
I know it's time, it's time to come clean
I know it's time, it's time to come clean
Boxes full of things I've shuffled and shifted place to place
All the years of me, everything I want to keep and throw away
I know it's time, it's time to come clean
I know it's time, it's time to come clean
I empty out the pieces
And I put them where they go
But where do they go?
Where do they go?
Does anything in me know?
Where do they go?
I'm finding what I've covered and holding it up to the morning light
I'm opening my life a little at a time and it's all right
'Cause it takes time, it takes time to come clean
Yeah, and I know it's time, it's time to come clean
I'm picking up the pieces
And I put them where they go
But where do they go?
Where do they go?
Does anything in me know?
Where do they go?
Where do they go?
I'm picking up the pieces
So where do they go?
Where do they go?
I wanna know just where do they go?
Where do they go
Because I need to know
Just where do they go? Where do they go?
I've got to know just where do they go?
Where do they go? Will I ever know?
