Littlest Things

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissing

And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs

All the play fighting

All the flirtatious disses

I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood

I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could

We’d spend the whole weekend

Lying in our own dirt

I was just so happy In your boxers and your t-shirt ...