It’s how i often felt
When i find myself
On nights like these,
Like Christmas Eve
From the empty office window
To the street outside
It’s everything not to call
And find out why
It’s just a little thing,
Buried in the other things
Burning away from inside
Would you stay with me tonight?
—
Littlething - Jimmy Eat World
It always is just that little thing that bugs you and eats away at you and makes you want to pick up the phone to demand an explanation.
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