Silly Things
You put me on the counter
We talked a couple hours
About the government, your hometown, and your mother's favorite flower
Saw an iris on the drive home
A road sign of your old home
And I wonder if these silly things
Mean something more
Something more
And I'd call you in the afternoons
Or whenever I'd remember to
All these sentiments that I held and kept for you
Cherry pie on my birthday and my picture in your hallway
And I wonder if these silly things
Mean something more
Something more
And all those things you said when you were in love with me last year
The birds and the bees, and the wind through the trees
When I last felt like I was here
When I last felt here
Waking on a Sunday, never got any sleep
Headed off to church to hear the preacherman preach
Question God in the pew, like we had done back on the avenue
And I wonder if these silly things
Mean something more
Something more
It's a kind of metamorphosis
An altered state of consciousness
A feeling so great until the final heartbreak
And I wonder where the time went
All the trouble I spent
And I wonder if these silly things
Had really meant something more
Something more
Fun and games at night
But then comes the morning after
Living in the crook of your arm
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
We talked a couple hours
About the government, your hometown, and your mother's favorite flower
Saw an iris on the drive home
A road sign of your old home
And I wonder if these silly things
Mean something more
Something more
And I'd call you in the afternoons
Or whenever I'd remember to
All these sentiments that I held and kept for you
Cherry pie on my birthday and my picture in your hallway
And I wonder if these silly things
Mean something more
Something more
And all those things you said when you were in love with me last year
The birds and the bees, and the wind through the trees
When I last felt like I was here
When I last felt here
Waking on a Sunday, never got any sleep
Headed off to church to hear the preacherman preach
Question God in the pew, like we had done back on the avenue
And I wonder if these silly things
Mean something more
Something more
It's a kind of metamorphosis
An altered state of consciousness
A feeling so great until the final heartbreak
And I wonder where the time went
All the trouble I spent
And I wonder if these silly things
Had really meant something more
Something more
Fun and games at night
But then comes the morning after
Living in the crook of your arm
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
I thought you mattered
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Writer(s): Elizabeth Meier
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