The Little Things

The Little Things
 It's the little things that make me happy
 It's the bigger things that make me sad
 Though I know that I've got riches overflowing
 Promise me you'll understand
 It's the memory of a moment
 That keeps you warm on a cold winters night
 But if that memory turns bad it starts growing
 It can cause a fire that burns too bright
 And you find yourself being suffocated
 By the very weight of what was once a simple breath upon your cheek
 And you lie awake so mystified
 How you ever got so high and fell so low
 Was it worth it though?
 The answer is always known
 It's the little things that make me happy
 It's the bigger things that drive me mad
 Though I know that I've got riches overflowing
 Promise me you'll understand
 Promise me you'll understand