The Little Things
5 AM it's such a funny feeling when I'm
Still scared of the house burning down
I head outside and see the moths don't look quite right
Their fuzzy legs send shivers down my spine
Now I'm thinking that time is relative
And timing is imperative
And I don't know how to cope with no control
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
Cover me
'Cause I think somebody's watching me
Through a variety of L.E.D. screens
You know
Often times
I fall asleep crying
Because I can't keep kin from doing harmful things
Now I'm thinking that time is relative
And timing is imperative
And I don't know how to cope with no control
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
Now I'm thinking that time is relative
And timing is imperative
And time is growing negative
And I'm looking for a narrative
Now, I have grown so sensitive
My nerves have grown conservative
Your love is what's definitive
Not all my aching sedatives
Now, Love, you're my preservative
I know I can make the most of it
The goal is to learn to cope with no control
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
Still scared of the house burning down
I head outside and see the moths don't look quite right
Their fuzzy legs send shivers down my spine
Now I'm thinking that time is relative
And timing is imperative
And I don't know how to cope with no control
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
Cover me
'Cause I think somebody's watching me
Through a variety of L.E.D. screens
You know
Often times
I fall asleep crying
Because I can't keep kin from doing harmful things
Now I'm thinking that time is relative
And timing is imperative
And I don't know how to cope with no control
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
Now I'm thinking that time is relative
And timing is imperative
And time is growing negative
And I'm looking for a narrative
Now, I have grown so sensitive
My nerves have grown conservative
Your love is what's definitive
Not all my aching sedatives
Now, Love, you're my preservative
I know I can make the most of it
The goal is to learn to cope with no control
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
The little things get to me
When I'm just trying to think
And I can't even breathe
But you're always there next to me
Credits
Writer(s): Isabelle Hyde
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