Every day there is that small part of me that falls more in love with you,
This de minimus amount begins to become something new,
When do all these nothings add up to be something huge?
This amount so small, statistics doesn't know exactly what to do.

At the same time, when is all the fear gone?
This de minimus amount of the past that clings on,
Even though I've moved past it all for some reason I'm still withdrawn,
That de minimus amount to which I am still just a pawn.