Little Small

All these lights were left on
I can see moths circling the dog
I want a normal job
But I'm a little off time whenever I sing along

I can't read the bottom line
Tell me what you did with my bones
I'm just tryna get home
Just trying to see
I lay on the phone
And talk on the beach

I drove DC into the ground and planted vines inside the house

We said we'd drive
From here up to Maine
And thought it'd be nice if we drank up the lakes

But we slept in late and wasted the day
We ditched the car and walked the rest of the way

And on my way home
I'm gettin' used to my feet
The way one turns out for the other to see
So pack up my bones
Tell me what to sing
I feel the best when you're laying there, just out of reach
Hands in my throat make it easy to breathe
The last thing I saw was a boat made of leaves



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Laudenbach
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