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