[Verse 1]
Ethical burns, cool in the shame, a license to love gives me permission to hate
I lay to rest a long, played out, dragged on, dulled down charade that's lost it's edge
Carry on my lovely widow, coma-tosed by all your pillows, if only, I understand that you don't want to be lonely, so I quit counting all the tears that you owe me, I finally buried all our bruises below me, and feel a burning building bust that I don't mind a little- it's all peripheral
[Chorus]
I'm digging every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing (x2)
[Verse 2]
Nevermind, we can change everything if you want. God knows his lows won't hurt you, and my religion says that we've been living well…
Evermore? I dunno. We can be flexible. Just tap toes my rambling prose instead of sitting there grieving cause all meaning is leaving. I'd say I've been there before, but you'd never believe me
[Verse 3]
It was the devil himself singing out of a hearse. Well, I could barely bare his chorus but the verses made it worse, and if you listen real close a subliminal note said, “I'm struggling too you know. I've got your habits to watch, your enemies to save. I've gotta dig your dirty secrets a dirty little grave. And if you thread my hello, it makes a mellow moan.”
[Verse 4]
Ever since, lord I see gargoyles on everything, they're cracking as their laughing while their sitting right infront of me, and stroking the stones meant for breaking our bones, always breaking our bones, making a mess of our homes
A little bomb little calm looking face as it drops, a little dreary getting teary over graduation pop songs, long as it's the Guinness World Book of Frustration see the every bit of genius in your every situation
[Chorus]
Digging every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing
Every little thing (x2)