“Didn’t Mean To (But Here We Are)” (Remastered)

You asked for a sign I rolled the dice A kite on a wire Wouldn’t come free Red boots waiting By the crooked mat A paper plane With your name on the seam Could be directions Drawn in the wrong ink Could be a risk That we don’t overthink One little tug On a fraying line One wrong move And your hand finds mine Loose thread, pull it tight Loose thread, pull it tight One small pull And the dark rewrites Loose thread, pull it tight Loose thread, pull it tight What was drifting Locks into sight A cracked sun mug Leaning on the sill Half-read note With a coffee ring still Dust on the frame Then the window breathes Your laugh cuts through Like it knows me Could be a signal Bent out of shape Could be the moment We almost escaped One little shift In the air between One loose end Turns into a string Loose thread, pull it tight Loose thread, pull it tight One small pull And the dark rewrites Loose thread, pull it tight Loose thread, pull it tight What was drifting Locks into sight No fireworks, just A flicker in the hall Your sleeve caught mine Like it meant the fall I was off-course By a mile or two Till a thread pulled back And it led to you Loose thread, pull it tight Loose thread, pull it tight One small pull And the dark rewrites Loose thread, pull it tight Loose thread, pull it tight From a loose end We become a line