Little Things

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change, I spent on you
Where have the times gone?
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly

I'm at a payphone

I won't let this little things slipped out of my mouth

Where have the times gone?
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

But if I do, it's you
Oh it's you, they add up to

All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick

And all this little things

You turned your back on tomorrow
'Cause you forget yesterday
I gave you my love to borrow
But you just gave it away
You can't expect me to be fine
I don't expect you to care
I know I said it before
But all of our bridges burned down
I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise...
I'm at a payphone

I won't let this little things slipped out of my mouth

Where have the times gone?
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

But if it's true, it's you
It's you, they add up to

All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more stupid love song, I'll be sick

And all these little things
You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you
And you'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to
If I let you know, I'm here for you
Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change, I spent on you
Where have the times gone?
Baby, it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

But if it's true, it's you
It's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you (All those fairy tales are full of shit)

One more stupid love song, I'll be sick
Now Im at a payphone



Credits
Writer(s): Phil Pratt, Helmsley Morris
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