Well here's this bullshit
Tell me something, tell me something worth knowing
Tell me all the little things that make you who you are
I want to know, why it was that you first cried
I want to see, all the little things that make up what I’m seeing
Broken bones and pictures of smiling faces
Smells like home and all best of memories
Broken bones and pictures of smiling faces
Watch your smile as it all comes flooding in
Through the bad times and the good times, who was it that stood by you?
I want to get to know, all the people you call home
“Life flew by, faster than I thought it would.”
Dear I think that’s called nostalgia, isn’t it such a pretty word
Broken bones and pictures of smiling faces
Smells like home and all best of memories
Broken bones and pictures of smiling faces
Watch your smile as it all comes flooding in
What did your mother say, the night you brought
Your first boyfriend home?
Was it awkward, was it nice, or nothing more than tersely polite?
Did she send him off with a hug, and the dinner’s leftovers, or kick him right out the door?
Broken bones and pictures of smiling faces
Smells like home and all best of memories
Broken bones and pictures of smiling faces
Watch your smile as it all comes flooding in
All the stories that you tell me, make you light up
From the tragic, to the best moments you remember
Just to have an avid listener, is amazing, you tell me
And then you turn to me, and say just the same thing
Tell me something, tell me something worth knowing
Tell me all the little things that make you who you are
What made you laugh, and what brought tears to your eyes
What did it feel like, when you first fell in love