Little Things

Am I the only one that's sinking like a stone

And you feel you're falling best to let it go

But if you think of some way out you let me know

Or I'll stay down here and call this place my home, my home

I'll be the first to tell you nothing's gonna save you

From all the things that you save for later

You think I don't remember all the little things

That you said you were gonna put together

I always knew that we were living in a dream

But I knew that it couldn't last forever

I'll be the first to tell you, I'll be the first to tell you