Little Things

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing

Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'

And I remember when you started calling me your missus

All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses.

I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood

I don't know 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

Dreams, dreams, 

Of when we had just started things

Dreams of you and me

And it seems, it seems

That I can't shake those memories

I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame but it's so true

I know it's not right and it seems unfair 

The things are reminding me of you.

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend, 

Even if only for one weekend,

So come on, tell me

Is this the end?

Drinking tea in bed, watching DVD's

When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines

You take me out shopping, and all we'd buy is trainers

As if we ever needed anything to entertain us.

The first time that you introduced me to your friends

And you could tell that I was nervous so you held my hand 

When I was feeling down, you made that face you do

There's no one in the world who could replace you

Dreams, dreams, 

Of when we had just started things

Dreams of me and you

And it seems, it seems

That I can't shake those memories

I wonder if you have the same dreams too

The littlest things that take me there

I know it sounds lame but it's so true

I know it's not right but it seems unfair 

That things are reminding me of you.

Sometimes I wish we could just pretend, 

Even if only for one weekend,

So come on, tell me

Is this the end?