Arsonists Get All The Girls - When I Was Your Age Pluto Was Still A Planet

I'm trying to glue back all the missing pieces of the puzzle
Blown and scattered with no hope of repairs
You've left it blank for me to fill it in
With the reasons I made out with a vengeance
From a dead chest cursing youth
Grabbing and tearing until I'm all content
Extracting all the youth from your mind
Piecing and gluing the shit that's left of my brain
Then I see you and ask
What fucking planet are you on?