Parachute Musical - Instead текст песни

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

So better yet I'll marry my music instead because she makes me feel