"Little things", by Gavin Rossdale (Bush)

I bleach the sky
  every night
loaded on wrong
  and further from right
spinning around
  two howling moons
'cos they're always there
  whatever I do.

The river is loaded
  I've been there today
took it some questions
  she does me again
I'd die in your arms
  if you were dead too
here comes a lie
  We'll always be true

Going up 
  when coming down
scratch away
  it's the little things that kill
tearing away at my brains again
  it's the little thing that kill

Bigger you give
  bigger you get
we're boss at denial
  but best at forget
cupbroad is empty
  we really need food
summer is winter
  and you always knew

I touch your mouth
  my willy is food
addicted to love
  I'm addicted to fools
I kill you once
  I kill you again
we're starving and crude
  welcome my friends to
the little things that kill