Glad

All the plans I made are placed in wooden boxes
And set upon a shelf of paper houses
I have failed to visit all of my intentions
I know, I know, I know: I have forsaken them

All the friends I've made and placed in special boxes
And set out to impress them in lots of clever ways
All I've done, all I've done, is hurt them in the worst way
I have not been honest with anyone

And I don't know why you like me
But I'm glad you do

All the chances I've had I've left in careless places
And then I wonder why I can't get what I want
I've been a small fish in a very big ocean
It's not the worst way to live

And I don't know why you like me
But I'm glad you do
And I don't know why you like me
But I'm glad you do