Sweet Nothings
I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly
A pebble that we picked up last July
Down deep inside your pocket, we almost forgot it
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
On the way home, I wrote a poem
You say, "What a mind," this happens all the time
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors
And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other
And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"
To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
A pebble that we picked up last July
Down deep inside your pocket, we almost forgot it
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
On the way home, I wrote a poem
You say, "What a mind," this happens all the time
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors
And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other
And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"
To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
Outside, they're push and shoving, you're in the kitchen humming
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
'Cause they said the end is coming, everyone's up to something
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