The Little Things

So babe,
I was thinking.
When you get back home be sure to close the door.
When you get back home, be sure
that you remember why.

You've been on my mind since you
left;
but only because you've been on my mind ever since you came.
Thanks for the kisses;
the nights,
the kids.
Thanks babe.

And when you get back home,
remember that we love you.
I love you...
the key is under the mat and I can't take it anymore.
I miss the kisses,
the nights.
I'll keep the kids.
This love thing is way too hard for me,
but I just thought I'd remind you where everything was  
just before we left...
because I know you well enough to know you forget
the little things.