It’s the little things that make you crazy
Like the thought of someone touching your skin
I can see you everywhere I go
You could be in a sea of faces
It could be [bad word] of your grin
Swimming in the river as it flows

Every cloud in the sky
Every place that I hide
Tell me that I
I was wrong to let you go
Every sound that I hear
Every thought that I fear
Tell me that I
I was wrong
I was wrong to let you go