Littlest Things

Hi, yeah, I know, I know you said that 15 minutes ago though And he's still not here Yeah, well if he's not here in a minute Then I'm gonna be very, very late Actually, wait, I think I see him Um, hi, going to Nottinghill Gate Um, Portchester Halls, it's the free Front Room gig Are you sure we're going the right way? I have to turn around, I'm sorry, I'm sorry So we're not going the right way? Well, I'm gonna drive faster, okay? I've got a gig to go to, I'm late already And I'm, I'm gonna be in trouble if I'm not there really soon Don't worry, you won't be late Just get me there, please? Thank you Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing Especially when I have to watch other people kissing And I remember when you started callin' me your Mrs All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses I tell you sad stories about my childhood I don't know why I trusted you, but I knew that I could We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt Dreams, dreams Of when we had just started things (If you just wanted to pull over here, actually) ('Cause I think it would be better if I just walked the rest of the way) (Thank you) And it seems, it seems That I can't shake those memories I wonder if you have the same dreams too? The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame, but it's so true I know it's not right, but it seems unfair That things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if for only one weekend So come on, tell me, is this the end? Drinkin' tea in bed Watching DVDs When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines You take me out shopping, and all we'd buy is trainers As if we ever needed anything to entertain us The first time that you introduced me to your friends And you could tell that I was nervous so you held my hand When I was feeling down, you'd make that face you do There's no one in the world who could replace you Dreams, dreams Of when we had just started things Dreams of me and you It seems, it seems That I can't shake those memories I wonder if you feel the same way, too? The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame, but it's so true I know it's not right, but it seems unfair That things are reminding me of you Sometimes I wish we could just pretend Even if for only one weekend So come on, tell me, is this the end? The littlest things that take me there I know it sounds lame, but it's so true I know it's not right, but it seems unfair That things are reminding me of you La-la-la-la-la-la-la Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na Thank you