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

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

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

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