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