[Verse 1] The corner store is closing at six The clerk's got a radio under the counter A kid in a red hood drops a nickel in the parking lot And I stop like that tiny sound hit a nerve You'd think I'd be built for bigger things For hard news, for traffic, for the loud parts But it's the small stuff that gets in first A voicemail, a chipped mug, a name in a doorway [Chorus] And I'll be honest, little things like this can leave me shaking A bent spoon in the sink, a text left hanging The way your jacket stays on the chair all week The way one quiet room can get too loud for me And I'll be honest, little things like this can pull the floor loose A glance, a key, a late train rolling through I keep my hands busy, I keep my face still But the smallest crack is where it gets in [Verse 2] There's a bus hissing out by the library steps Wet newspapers stuck to the curb by the drain A woman laughs into her phone by the florist shop Like the whole block didn't just turn strange I walk past the laundromat, past the bakery sign Past the guy fixing a bike with a wrench and a prayer Everything keeps its shape for a while Then one detail tilts and I feel it everywhere [Chorus] And I'll be honest, little things like this can leave me shaking A bent spoon in the sink, a text left hanging The way your jacket stays on the chair all week The way one quiet room can get too loud for me And I'll be honest, little things like this can pull the floor loose A glance, a key, a late train rolling through I keep my hands busy, I keep my face still But the smallest crack is where it gets in [Bridge] Maybe that's how we live Not in the big announcements But in receipts, in street names In the smell of someone's shampoo on a scarf Maybe the world keeps saying Look here, look here In a thousand tiny taps Until something in us finally turns [Final Chorus] And I'll be honest, little things like this can leave me shaking A cup half-full, a light left on in the kitchen The way the morning hangs off the window screen The way I almost say your name and don't And I'll be honest, little things like this can pull the floor loose A glance, a key, a late train rolling through I keep my hands busy, I keep my face still But the smallest crack is where it gets in [Outro] So I watch the small things Like they're trying to tell me something And maybe they are And maybe that's enough
