She's walking down the fire escape
She's so light, she's the tiniest leaf, and
He's at the bottom waiting to say
"Love, we're late" It's the way she sings
Meanwhile I'm cleaning out the drawers
Wondering if it's "Love" that's breeding
Twist ties and fruit stickers, silent ritual killers
It's these little things
It's sand in our pockets
It's stones in our shoes
It's coffee and bread crumbs, and
Trying not to wake you
It's been a year, and I've arranged myself
Into piles and wooden frames
Wishing for a moment free
A moment so easy as the spring
Lifting my hands off handle bars
Wait for the fear, the catch, the scars
I know it's coming on, proof my grace is gone
It's these little things
We're already buried
We've noticed them too late
It's creaks in the floorboards, and
Chips in the paint
What's to become of us?
The word, the heart, the rings?
The memory of all these little things?
It's squeezing from the bottom
And wasting all our time
Winning every battle by saying "never mind"
Oh, never mind. Never mind these little things