Sometimes - seems like you're my only friend
a month apart and back again
and we're losing speed
and now we've talked this through a thousand times
I fall apart and still you try
we're losing heat to all the little things
that smolder in the spring


You're only half as far as I need to go--oh
for another endless drive
I stare straight ahead
and wonder why,
this feeling grows with everyday I'm far from home

Last night - I listened to you breathe
I like to watch you when you sleep
and there's a storm outside
but there's a comfort in your voice,
it brings me silence through the noise
that fills my mind
with all the little things
that smolder in the spring


So now I take the phone to bed at night
to catch your calls and pick more fights
I'm not being fair
see i don't want to waste your time
and it's not that you're a waste of min
but I'm getting scared of all the little things
that smolder in the spring