Testo Little Things

I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah
I told my [?]
Try to get along, yeah
It's so uncomfortable
Trying to fit into this [?], yeah
I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah
When the world outside
Is out of control like my mind
I take it all in stride
Why, why, why?
Why do I feel so calm
When everything goes wrong?
Is that what I want?
Why, why, why?

It's the little things I get mad about
The couch is so worn-in
Little things that could bring me down
Can't smile with a double chin
So I'm fading, chasing little things It’s the little things that all add up
Death by a thousand cuts
Death by a thousand cuts

There’s a physical reaction
When I’m craving distress
And I might have to dig it out
Cause it can't stay in my chest
Don't I look better when I'm slouching
With a pebble on my back
And the second I admit it
I wish I could take it back!

Why do I feel so calm
When everything goes wrong?
Is that what I want?
Why, why, why?

It's the little things I get mad about
The couch is so worn-in
Little things that could bring me down
Can't smile with a double chin
So I'm fading, chasing little things
It’s the little things that all add up
Death by a thousand cuts

I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah
[?] question [?]
It's so uncomfortable
Trying to fit into this [?], yeah
I put my head on my shoulders
Try to be someone, yeah

Death by a thousand little things
Death by a thousand
[?] the little things