[Verse]
There’s a crack in the glass where the sunlight slips
My boots on the floor still caked with grit
A half-full mug and a note I missed
Why does the small stuff cut like this
[Prechorus]
It’s the torn-up edge of a Polaroid
The sound of your laugh that the silence destroyed
[Chorus]
It’s the little things
The way they sting
Like a splinter in the heart
It’s the little things
That never leave
Tearing my world apart
[Verse 2]
The ticking clock mocks my steady breath
Your perfume lingers like a ghostly guest
The couch is too big when it used to be small
I sit on the edge and I feel it all
[Prechorus]
The song on the radio knows my pain
Every word feels like it’s carved in my veins
[Chorus]
It’s the little things
The ache they bring
A whisper that cuts so loud
It’s the little things
The echo rings
Like a storm trapped in a cloud