The Little Things

You never send me flowers or ever buy me candy
 You never bring me pretty things when you come to see me
 And you forgot my birthday
 Oh, I wish you could see
 How I miss the little things that you don't do for me
 You never say that I look nice or that you're proud of me
 You overlook the little things that you should see
 These little things are big enough to hurt
 But too small to make me want to leave
 But I do miss the little things that you don't do for me
 Now, how can I miss flowers that never reach my door?
 How can I taste candy that's still at the candy store?
 These little things mean a lot to me
 To you, they may be silly
 But I do miss the little things that you don't do for me
 Yes, I miss the little things that you don't do for me