The Little Things

It’s the little things that make me happy
it’s the bigger things that make me sad
and though I know that I’ve got riches overflowing
promise me you’ll understand
It’s the memory of a moment
that keeps you warm on a cold winter’s night
but if that memory turns bad and starts growing
it can cause a fire that burns too bright
And you’ll find yourself being suffocated
by the very weight of what was once
a simple breath upon your cheek
And you’ll lie awake so mystified
at how you ever got so high and fell so low
was it worth it though?
Oh the answer is always no
It’s the little things that make you happy
it’s the bigger things that drive you mad
and though I know that I’ve got riches overflowing
promise me you’ll understand
Oh promise me you’ll understand