ItsTheLittleThings

Don't say you don't know what I mean Pressure lingers in the room I can feel it up in my knees I feel it when I awake and ignore it until I leave It's the little things that count and it's the little things I need If you find the bottled message that I wrote I hope you read It's been floating for sometime was assuming you'd never see Out at sea it gets lonely in a way that's so unique Cause you still feel the presence of the waves and the sea See I patched up the grate but I can still see a leak Goodbye to the world that brought me to my knees