Little Small Lyrics

All these lights were left on

I can see moths circling the dog

I want a normal job

But I'm a little off time whenever I sing along

I can't read the bottom line

Tell me what you did with my bones

I'm just tryna get home

Just trying to see

I lay on the phone

And talk on the beach

I drove DC into the ground and planted vines inside the house

We said we'd drive

From here up to Maine

And thought it'd be nice if we drank up the lakes

But we slept in late and wasted the day

We ditched the car and walked the rest of the way

And on my way home

I'm gettin' used to my feet

The way one turns out for the other to see

So pack up my bones

Tell me what to sing

I feel the best when you're laying there, just out of reach

Hands in my throat make it easy to breathe

The last thing I saw was a boat made of leaves