Little things

"They’re just little things" - that’s what you say
But it makes it hard to breathe,
When the flowers fade away
Love starts slipping out of reach
They're just little things...

"They’re just little things" - you shrug it off
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
But they’re made of every part of love
We can’t bring back...
They're just little things...

You won’t bring me morning coffee to the bed
You won’t pull the covers, leave me cold instead
Your phone matters more than being here with me
And I’m alone in this silence endlessly