Little Changes - Clairo

I see the fog as a clean slate

There’s room for us

There’s room for anything

The usual urge I’d see clear

A flower for you and the dogs are near

But white light comes from nothing at all

For the first time it feels

Good

Good to fall between

The ones I love and the ones that faded

He loved me good enough to calm me down

But tried to trick me into little changes

I see the end before it begins

No use to work, no use in anything

A crack in the sky

The heaven’s hand

A cloud just for you and a place to land

But white noise comes from nothing at all

And finally I feel

Good

Good to fall between

The ones I love and the ones that faded

He loved me good enough to calm me down

But tried to trick me into little changes