What's Done Is Done

Here you are, you're six years old

Coming in from the cold

Singing songs to no one

Doing what you're told

Here you are, you're just eleven

Work with what you're given

At the back of the shelf

Chip away at the self

And I know it seems young

But the web was spun and the web was spun

And what's done is done, what's done is done, what's done is done

Here you are, you're seventeen

Disappear into jeans

Try to force an order

Slashing at the border

And I know it seems young

But the web was spun and the web was spun

And what's done is done, what's done is done, what's done is done