Sometimes you miss
What should be obvious
The truth can come up on you slow
Cigarettes on the nightstand
And not the kind that you or I smoke
In the end it is never something big
But a mountain of all those little things
Comes tumbling down
The best excuse
Almost resembles truth
Turns the facts around in a dance
So turn the music on
If you hear me hum
You'll know that I don't believe you
In the end it is never something big
But a mountain of all those little things
Comes tumbling down
You said be loyal in my absence
For I know that the day is long
You'll see a million faces before the time that I return
Such one sided requests
Will be the d**h of me
A sour note
Gets stuck in your throat
When I ask you where you've been
A good excuse that almost resembles truth
Coming back around again
In the end it is never something big
But a mountain of all those little things
Comes tumbling down