Dot the t's and cross the eyes
Boy i'm feeling like I'm blind
The heart you traced on the window
Haunts me more than you'll ever know
And i put yogurt in my smoothies now
Yet we're still broken up somehow
Dry dishes gone before the wet
I know you're doing fine but I'm still upset
I can't help but to feel
Like none of it was ever even real
Still my favorite dreams
Listening to keane
On the train back home from the city
Please forgive me
For holding on
It's the little things i do
They make me feel close to you
Still tryna live my life through us
Might takes some time to adjust
And it feels like the world keeps caving in
Without your touch on my skin
It's a false sense of hope like I'm holding you near
It's a lie to myself that you're still here
I can't help but to feel
Like none of it was ever even real
Still my favorite dreams
Listening to keane
On the train back home from the city
Please forgive me
For holding on
And the road feels empty now that you're gone
Blasting chamber of secrets all night long
Keeps the headlights on and my mind awake
Racing to find out where was my mistake
Now I'm all grown up got my gold toed socks
Still i'm picturing you in those little red doc's
I can't help but to hope that you're feeling this too
What are my little things that got to you?
It's the little things i do
Them make me feel close
To you