Almost Sent

(hmmmmm) My thumb is hovering above the screen (ooh)

Where you almost read exactly what I mean

The party's over but we're still in the kitchen

Leaning on the counter,

trying not to listen To the quiet hum

of the old refrigerator

I type it out and tell myself I'll send it later

The guest list died and everybody else is sleeping

Just a little space we should probably be keeping

I hit backspace on the honesty I

wrote you Standing right beside you,

but I cannot hold you

My thumb is hovering above the screen

Where you almost read exactly what I mean

And I close the window,

let the draft blow in (ahhhh)

Just a glowing screen in the dark (hmmm)