The Final Straw ...

Letras:

© Shamika
The crease in your shirt, the dust that I missed
fingernail dirt, a mis-spelt list
Too much make-up, hair out of place
A chip in your teacup, alcohol trace


First part of Chorus
It was all minutiae but when I look back
it only took a single straw to break the camel's back
It was all minutiae, nothing at all
but every little irritation put another brick in the wall

An unmade bed, slammed doors
was it something I sai, personality flaws
A sarcastic joke that lead to a painful crack
The straw that broke the camel's back

Chorus

They were only small things, at first we didn't mind
but they seemed to accumulate and the irritation grew
between me and you, at an alarming rate.

Chorus