I was pondering if I really wanted to use “splinter” as a metaphor,
(as I’m trying really hard to duct tape the ones in my head together,
when the unthinkable happened.
I leaned back on that comfortable wooden bench down at the river…
But I refuse to be bitter.
This song is for you, Murphy.
(I am not normally a Guy Sebastian fan but I love this. Music starts at 1.10)