Broken Loves

I feel exactly like a matchstick in relation to you thin and broken and nothing i can say or do will make you switch the tv off and look up look up sail away, sail away from me o son i count your sticks and all your toys your laughter in the background noise we won't give up i'm gonna promise you something else not some kind of broken loves children swing to and fro do you ever wonder where did the summer go? now i'm counting the tvs and counting the stars it's so unfunny, i don't know where you are anymore i don't know were you are anymore