There are so many words
And you can end up saying the same thing
In so many different ways
Sometimes you’re trying to say one thing
And it comes out sounding so very different
And it can mean something else entirely
I remember going out
It was back in February
Just a few of us friends
We listened to music
Some of us drank
And we all talked
There were glances
And smiles
It all felt fun
It was nice to go out
Work was so consuming
I needed to get out
It’s a good memory
But there’s something more
It’s like there was something just beneath the surface
Scratch the surface and you’ll find…
Three little words
Dance with me?
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