I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood

Been cleaning out my drawers and files and finding all these little things that I've accumulated and almost forgot about. Sometimes it's really the littlest things that bring back the most memories. Scrawls on scraps of paper and on the margin of notes, dried flowers and strips of grass. Sentimental dreams of times long and not so long ago.

I was so glad to find the $100 Barang Barang voucher I thought I'd lost though *grin* and that it hadn't expired yet.

When I still used to write songs they were always like this. Little bits of information in long rambling sentences, all compressed in a verse, or two. And in my head, the song was sung with an airy, breathless voice.

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissing
And I remember when you started calling me your missus
All the play fighting, all the flirtatious disses

I'd 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
Dreams of you and me
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 only for one weekend
So come on, tell me
Is this the end

Drinking tea in bed, watching DVDs
When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines
You'd 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 friend
And you could see 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
And 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 only for one weekend
So come on, tell me
Is this the end



Lily Allen | Littlest Things