Little

I’ve ground a chip on my tooth
To match the one on your shoulder
I’m a little more broken
I’m a little bit older
So tired of taking advice
From worn out philosophies
So weary of the trite clichés
There’s too many fish in my ocean

In the fade between shadow and light
A lonesome ghost folds to the dark night
I’m a little more delicate
I’m a little in need of a big fight
Living in frictional fables
Cling tight to fictional stables
Where green grass doesn’t go dormant
By the crumbling autumn leaves

Please don’t use my name if you say it like that
Plеase don’t use my name if you say it that way
Likе a little glitch in a lame display

Sleeplessly toss in torn sheets
Maybe go out for a long run
I’m a little more anxious
I’m a little bit over and done
One day I’ll find myself drifting
Through dreams revived from sifting
Fall through the air to shatter
All wrapped in a calming blanket

Please don’t use my name if you say it like that
Please don’t use my name if you say it that way
Like a little glitch in a lame display