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