Jigsaw
Mates of State
Re-Arrange Us
Mates of State - Jigsaw
You write the good songs, baby
I'll write them until the end
And you can stand above us
And we can still be friends
It's like a jigsaw, maybe
You found the corner piece first
We never asked for nothing
You're always bearing gifts
Oh, you could see us through
Your stage is calculated
You're hugging stars backstage
I like the old songs better
This thing was made for you and me
For you and me
You could see us through