Small Moves, Big Consequences
Sometimes it’s just the little things that I remember like her kissing my cheek as she headed out the door I’d sit in revel and in my coffee Knowing that everything was going to be alright She used to say I love you instead of goodbye
Or the smile she’d shoot out at me whenever I could get her to laugh And there was no greater smile than that I could watch her grin for hours I may have the strength but she’s got the power
The way she’d puff on a cigarette her lips holding the toxic cloud in somehow she even made this look magical as she blew her plume up into the lamp light sky I can see it still so perfectly
The nightly phone calls while were separated the novels we wrote out in online messages Why does the start always taste so sweet? There’s not enough paper to list what she did for me For a few short months I didn’t feel as empty Found myself skippin’ to a new beat
How she’d wake up every morning with crazy hair and crazier eyes It was hard not to laugh at her early morning lion’s mane And she’d hit me with the pillow as I got out of bed let her get ready for work and I’ll gladly make the coffee
It’s the smallest things that mean the most And every move she made seemed so small then And now it covers my brain like a giant tarp So I have to relive them again and again
