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