If I could go anywhere I would go
Down where my soul is empty so
I wouldn't bear the weight of you
If I could be anything
I'd be a bird with wooden wings
I wouldn't fly but I wouldn't break
Oh oh oh it's these little things
You are gone and now I'm free
And I can do anything
There's pretty flowers on the table
There is smoke coming out your mouth
It's blowing out the window now
Oh oh oh it's these little things
You are gone and now I'm free
And I can do anything
If I keep pushing them all away
I'll have nothing left to say
I'd be a blank, a blank page
But when depression, it gets in me
It makes it so I can barely speak
And I can't say, hey come back please
Oh oh oh it's these little things
You are gone and now I'm free
And I can do anything
Oh oh oh it's these little things
You are gone and now I'm free
And I can do anything
Anything
Anything
Anything
