Little Things (Analog Version)

I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah
I tilt my person three degrees
To try to get along, yeah
It's so uncomfortable trying
To fit into this skin, yeah
I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah

When the world outside
Is outta control like my mind
I take it all in stride
Why, why, why?
Why do I feel so calm?
When everything goes wrong
Is that what I want?
Why, why?

It's the little things I get mad about
The couch is so worn-in
Little things are gonna bring me down
Can't smile with a double chin
So while I'm waiting, chasing awakenings
It's the little things that all add up
It's death by a thousand cuts
It's death by a thousand cuts

There's a physical reaction
When I'm craving distress
Yeah, I might have to take it out
'Cause it can't stay in my chest
Don't I look better when I'm slouching?
With a pebble on my back
And the second I admit it
I wish I could take it back

Why do I feel so calm?
When everything goes wrong
Is that what I want?
Why, why?

It's the little things I get mad about
The couch is so worn-in
Little things are gonna bring me down
Can't smile with a double chin
So while I'm waiting, chasing awakenings
It's the little things that all add up
It's death by a thousand cuts

I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah
I tilt my person three degrees
To try to get along, yeah
It's so uncomfortable
Trying to fit into this skin, yeah
I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah
It's death by a thousand little things
It's death by a thousand
It's death by a thousand little things



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Wilcox, Ryan Rabin, Benjamin Berger, Ryan Mcmahon, Alexandra Hughes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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