Verse 1
Oh, it’s always the little things —
The paper cuts of life, the sting that sings!
Like chewing too loud — oh, how profound,
A symphony of smacking that shakes the ground.
And slow walkers — why even move?
A snail would pass, tapping to a groove!
Don’t even get me started on open-mouth coughs,
Or the pen-clicking warriors who never get lost.
Chorus
Tick, tap, scratch, repeat —
The sound of madness under my seat!
It’s the small annoyances that light the fire,
A spark that spins into full-blown ire.
Why do the tiny things cut so deep?
Like a pebble in my shoe when I’m trying to leap!
Call it petty, call it strange —
But these little things drive me deranged!
Verse 2
Oh, did you just interrupt? Perfect timing!
I wasn’t talking or anything defining.
Go ahead, tell me again what I already know —
You’ve got the stage, let your wisdom flow!
The toilet paper goes over, you heathen!
And the sock on the floor? Yeah, I’ve seen it.
Don’t hit “reply all” — for the love of peace,
You’ve summoned an army with your single-piece!
Chorus
Tick, tap, sigh, repeat —
The world’s a noise parade on endless repeat!
It’s the crumbs on the counter, the door left ajar,
The blinker-less driver — who do you think you are?!
Why do the tiniest things cause me grief?
Like a whisper too close when I need relief!
Call me picky, call me cracked,
But these little things keep my patience attacked!
Bridge
Deep breath in — does it help? Nope.
I tried Zen, I tried hope.
But the lid that won’t twist, the squeaky cart wheel —
Every minor offense becomes too real!
Oh, life’s full of joy, but here’s my confession:
The devil’s in the smallest obsessions.
Chorus
Tick, tap, snap — it’s fate,
The buzzing fly I just can’t eliminate!
It’s the endless queue that never moves,
The person too close with nothing to prove.
Why do these moments twist my brain?
Like a drip in the night — it drives me insane!
Call it madness, or call it true,
But these little things — they’re coming for you!
ValoNarcia
