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 of my 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'll 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