Texty: Ellery. The Simple Things.

It doesn?t matter anyway
any more than any other day
I wish it didn?t feel this way
I wish it didn?t feel this way

Of course you?re not the first to go
It echoed in us years ago
These things they happen slow
These things they happen slow

I saw you on the TV screen
They painted you an ugly green
We lose ourselves in simple things
It?s always the simple things

Like your brittle broken heart
But I think that?s the easy part
Doesn?t matter who you are
Doesn?t matter who you are

We feel it under every breath
To say it scares us all to death
But that don?t make it matter less
That don?t make it matter less

They love to beat you when you?re down
And spread the news all over town
Can what was lost ever be found
Can what was lost ever be found

It?s been a long and lonely rain
I listened to me say your name
And nothing in me feels the same
Nothing in me feels the same