Sometimes - seems like you're my only friend   a month apart and back again   and we're losing speed   and now we've talked this through a thousand times   I fall apart and still you try    we're losing heat to all the little things   that smolder in the spring         You're only half as far as I need to go--oh   for another endless drive   I stare straight ahead    and wonder why,    this feeling grows with everyday I'm far from home      Last night - I listened to you breathe    I like to watch you when you sleep   and there's a storm outside   but there's a comfort in your voice,    it brings me silence through the noise    that fills my mind    with all the little things    that smolder in the spring         So now I take the phone to bed at night   to catch your calls and pick more fights    I'm not being fair    see i don't want to waste your time    and it's not that you're a waste of min   but I'm getting scared of all the little things   that smolder in the spring