isn't it simple
isn't it kind
the way that i've arranged it in my head

but still a mess
i'll be the first to confess
i'll sit and ponder you

I'm getting older everyday
and making mistakes along my way
but all I know is baby i will sit
as it all crumbles to bits
i will wait to marry you

isn't it simple
isn't it kind
the way that i've arranged it in my head

but still a mess

or better yet i'll marry my music instead
because she makes me feelx2