Little Things Lyrics - Miles Of Grace

With thorns, with fears, and my complaints 

I've reached to the point I can't take no more 

All by myself with this deafening silence 

I feel like I'm no more in control 

Control of this eagerness 

Hatred of what I probably am 

I want something more 

Take me out 

From my own lies, from my own hide 

And take me farther than my own mind 

Just liberate, need to create 

And to build something that drives me down 

I want something more to care, and to lust about 

Under your wooden crown 

Blue waves unfurl and scald my mind 

A fact that you can see 

My burnt eyes meet your blue salt 

Grow between the lines, between the crowds 

And go prevent my broken mind 

From squandering, from sickening 

And writing something about us now 

The age of selfishness has come 

Which you're not prepared for 

This is a fact that you can see 

But you keep rolling your eyes out 

More 

I want something more 

I want the one who loves what comes around 

Gone