A Little Bit Happy - TALK

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

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

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

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

Ah, Ah, Ah

A little bit happy

Ah, Ah, Ah

A little bit happy