This means a few things
But only how much we want it to mean
For now
Well, things will get into your head and heart
And mine as well
And we'll both build small secrets
In the shadows of our head and heart
Which will soon, after a while
Whether we know or not
Gather and feed off our emotions
Today I was late for dinner
You thought nothing of it
You're still happy just to see me
And probably wouldn't even care
If I dragged you across the city
Even though you're tired
And it's hot outside
And the wind kicks up dirt here on Yonge
And gets into your hair and eyes
You're still happy I'm here
And you're not mad at all
But what I mean by what I said
Was that, right now, we agree that
Being late for lunch isn't a big deal
That's what we think in our heads and hearts
But as time passes, you or I may
Slowly but surely, let ourselves get away
So that one day my being late for dinner
Becomes a reason to fight
Or a series of unfortunate
And brutal events
