Вступление
[Intro]
[Verse]
Old, old souls
Don't know they're old
Until they're on the edge
Trying to process
The loss of old friends
Scars, old scars
I keep in jars
Collect them like a badge
Won't forget the past those
Old, old friends
[Pre-Chorus]
Turns out all of my highs are making love to my lows
Making fun of my boundaries, sticks and stones
You say "love" I believe it to the bone
[Chorus]
If I could see how you see me
I could be a little bit happy
And through your eyes I realize
I could be a little bit happy
Ah, Ah, Ah
A little bit happy
Ah, Ah, Ah
A little bit happy
[Verse]
Cold, so cold
Even Tippy's birds went home
But I'm still standing here
Counting all my tears
Trying to feel what you felt for years
[Pre-Chorus]
Turns out all of my highs are making love to my lows
Making fun of my boundaries, sticks and stones
You say "love" I believe it to the bone
[Chorus]
If I could see how you see me
I could be a little bit happy
And through your eyes I realize
I could be a little bit happy
[Outro]
Ah, Ah, Ah
A little bit happy
Ah, Ah, Ah
A little bit happy