Little things, wrapped up
in plastic, tucked into
jackets, and then brought
home. Little Queen of
your apartment, always
so crowded, never alone.
I used to hope life would
consist of 1,000,000
nights like this. I'm
afraid. I'm afraid. I'm
afraid that they will
never stop,
Little things that never
get filmed, that never sit
still, that never stay. You
and me, we always
thought this would be so
perfect. It's just ok.
I used to hope life would
consist of 1,000,000
nights like this. I'm
afraid. I'm afraid. I'm
afraid that they will
never stop,
The things that used to
feel like bliss honestly
just now feel like shit.
It's a waste, it's a waste
it's a waste, that's all it
ever was.
Little routines you keep
repeating without
thinking, like a machine.
Little things about the
mirror you never notice
until it's clean.
I used to hope life would
consist of 1,000,000
nights like this. I'm
afraid. I'm afraid. I'm
afraid that they will
never stop,
If tonight was the last
time I don't even think I'd
mind. It's a shame, it's a
shame, it's a shame,
that's all it ever was.