You still feel the fall

When you broke your arm

Took 10 years to touch another swing set

You watched your old man

Break her heart

Then you only saw him every other weekend

Break ups

Bad news

Too soon goodbyes

They hurt, they heal and hang around like

Splinters

You get ′em when you're young

You keep ′em growing up

You brush 'em off 'cause after all your skin got thicker

But they′re still underneath

They might not make you bleed

But hit it wrong and something small feels so much bigger

Even when you get ′em out Yeah they still leave a mark

Still a part of who you are

Splinters