Small Things

I heard your name just as I was heading home the other day

And I swear, I couldn't even sit up straight

I swallowed hard

I found your shirt, cleaning my apartment and I made it worse

And I swear you couldn't even see the hurt

I swallowed hard

And when my friends ask how I'm doing

I say I'm great now, but the truth is

I'm getting good at holding it in

All my emotions, all my feelings

But the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem

What really kills me is all the small things

I saw your car, it wasn't you, but for a minute, I thought it was

Swear to God, I almost didn't think of us

I swallowed hard

And when my friends ask how I'm doing

I say I'm great now, but the truth is

I'm getting good at holding it in

All my emotions, all my feelings

But the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem

What really kills me is all the small things

All the small things, ooh, yeah

This city has your fingerprints all over it

And I can't even think about how someday she will, too

And I know I'll get over it, 'cause that's just what I'll do

It's everything I got used to

I'm getting good at holding it in

All my emotions, all my feelings

But the more that I fight them, the bigger they seem

What really kills me is all the small things

It's always just the small things