The Things We Do

And that's okay; we're just built a different way.
I say the number I never call; it doesn't make much sense at all.
I keep the shirt I never wear; it's missing someone who isn't there.
The things we do for no reason,
The little rules we never break,
The quiet choices that we keep to ourselves,
The tiny steps we always take.
They don't add up,
And that's okay; we're just built a different way.
We all have quiet little rules we keep inside our head,
A million tiny rituals that remain unsaid.
The things we do for no reason,