The Small Stuff

My heart is true
 But my sigh is erratic
 My mind is filled
 With a symphony of static
 And nothing is traumatic
 Unless you make it be so
 I'm getting better at the small stuff
 I'm getting better at the small stuff, small stuff
 I'm getting better yeah
 Day by day, night by night
 Little by little I'm getting it right
 And soon it's just a thing of beauty
 There's nothing wrong
 With a little well-placed efficiency
 But I can't tell
 If it really means you're dissing me
 But I can't sit here bitching
 And watch you make it be so
 I'm getting better at the small stuff
 I'm getting better at the small stuff, small stuff
 I'm getting better yeah
 Day by day, night by night
 Little by little I'm getting it right
 And soon it's just a thing of beauty
 There is a straight section by my bedside
 Your body in the riptide
 I see a putrid leg flip out of the sunrise
 Like a putrid dolphin, yeah
 The radar dishes filled on the beach
 Just like they're human organs
 And all the while they start to feel my pain
 Just like a... (choke 4x)
 So I'm the man
 You're the emperor of Texas
 And no one's sane
 Now that Sam Houston has axed us
 And nothing can protect us
 Unless you let it be so
 I'm getting better at the small stuff
 I'm getting better at the small stuff, small stuff
 I'm getting better yeah
 Day by day, night by night
 Little by little I'm getting it right
 And soon it's just a thing of beauty