What We Mean
Things that are big to say Things that are easy to hear
Things that are big to say
Things that are easy to hear
Things that come off wrong
Things that have a bite
Things that linger in the moment
Things that linger for days
Things unsaid
Things unsaid for too long
Things unsaid which felt just right
The air of the night
Was warm and sticky on the skin
Our exchange was short
Your hair was up
Or so I recall
The glances were real
The rest maybe fuzzy
But you said something big to me
To mark this spot
From there we were like that air
Quiet, thick, and melty