Littlething

It's how I've often felt

When I find myself on nights like these,

Like Christmas Eve

From the empty office window

To the street outside

It's everything not to call

And find out why

On the cab ride you said nothing

Just hair all in your face

I was scared to name it

And nothing changed

So, I walked until I just couldn't

Too late I understood

It was always half invented

But the other half was good

Just a little thing

Buried in the other things

Burning away, from inside

Could you be with me tonight?

There's a quiet dream

I'm not supposed to think

I know I shouldn't

Eating away at my mind

Could you be with me tonight?