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