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
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Talk - A Little Bit Happy Lyrics
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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
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
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
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Ah, ah, ah, a little bit happy
Writer: BRANDON SKEIE, CONNOR RIDDELL, JEREMY DUSSOLLIET, JUSTIN DREW TRANTER, NICHOLAS DUROCHER
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Talk
Length: 3:15
Written by: BRANDON SKEIE, CONNOR RIDDELL, JEREMY DUSSOLLIET, JUSTIN DREW TRANTER, NICHOLAS DUROCHER