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