just a little bit.

Thank you. That was sweet of you, really.

It's the little things that really count,
small gestures that sometimes go unnoticed,
random acts that seem too small to be credited.

It wasn't the easiest thing to go through, I know.
Having to sit there, just sitting there.

But you being there,
being uncomfortably there,
was enough to make my heart skip a beat.

Thank you.

Existentialism On Prom Night - Straylight Run

When the sun came up
We were sleeping in,
Sunk inside our blankets
Sprawled across the bed
And we were dreaming

There are moments when
When I know it and
The world revolves around us,
And we're keeping it
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing

We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us

Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key
Sing me anything

Sing like you think no one's listening
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
You would, you would.