Little Things

If I could go anywhere I would go

Down where my soul is empty so

I wouldn't bear the weight of you

If I could be anything

I'd be a bird with wooden wings

I wouldn't fly but I wouldn't break

Oh oh oh it's these little things

You are gone and now I'm free

And I can do anything

There's pretty flowers on the table

There is smoke coming out your mouth

It's blowing out the window now

Oh oh oh it's these little things

You are gone and now I'm free

And I can do anything

If I keep pushing them all away

I'll have nothing left to say

I'd be a blank, a blank page

But when depression, it gets in me

It makes it so I can barely speak

And I can't say, hey come back please

Oh oh oh it's these little things

You are gone and now I'm free

And I can do anything

Oh oh oh it's these little things

You are gone and now I'm free

And I can do anything

Anything

Anything

Anything