Little Words

All you want from me Are three little words But you just get me laughing A quiet sound I know I'm with you now But this all might end So save all the "I love you"s And let's not pretend Cause you won't hear it now And you won't hear it then I lo

Peter, drives his truck everyday, he delivers packages then rides away Edward, presses down in dismay, numbers that will add up to the price you pay And I chose to sing songs, write in prose about my wrongs Life broke my heart a bunch of times And I