your world is made up to be soft you keep your distance and soon enough count the splinters they're gone they meant nothing to me heard you're happy that's great
you're treading water on and on you shut yourself in keeping occupied count the splinters they're gone they meant nothing to me heard you're happy that's great
count the splinters they're gone they meant nothing to me heard you're happy that's great goodbye
i'm so happy for you but i won't be at the wedding