Always Almost

You know me better than anybody

That’s what makes this so hard

We can talk for hours about nothing

Then somehow end up too close

You look at me like you know something

I look away like I don’t

We never say what we’re both thinking

Maybe that’s how we keep it going

Every time I think we’re getting somewhere

We pull back before it gets too real

Maybe we’re scared of what happens

If we finally say how we feel

I’m sick of always almost, almost

Getting close but never crossing, crossing

You pull me in and then we’re nothing, nothing

So how did we get here, how did we get here?

I’m sick of always almost, almost

Knowing you but never having, having

Maybe I’m the one who’s holding, holding

On to something that was never really mine

Ooh

Ooh-ooh

Almost

Always almost

Everybody thinks they see it

Maybe they’re not wrong this time

They ask me if you’re more than a friend

I laugh and change the subject

You got somebody waiting for you

So I know where I stand

But then you get close like that

And I forget what I understand

Every time I think we’re getting somewhere

We pull back before it gets too real

Maybe we’re scared of what happens

If we finally say how we feel

I’m sick of always almost, almost

Getting close but never crossing, crossing

You pull me in and then we’re nothing, nothing

So how did we get here, how did we get here?

I’m sick of always almost, almost

Knowing you but never having, having

Maybe I’m the one who’s holding, holding

On to something that was never really mine

Ooh

Ooh-ooh

Almost

Always almost

Maybe it’s timing, maybe it’s us

Maybe we both know but don’t wanna fuck it up

I got used to being the one you call

The one you run to when you need somebody

And I can’t lie, sometimes I wonder

What we’d be if we weren’t so scared

But then you smile and we’re back to normal

Like there was never anything there

And every time I think I’m over it

You give me one more reason to stay

Maybe that’s why I’m still here

Maybe that’s why I can’t walk away

I’m sick of always almost, almost

Getting close but never crossing, crossing

You pull me in and then we’re nothing, nothing

So how did we get here, how did we get here?

I’m sick of always almost, almost

Knowing you but never having, having

Maybe I’m the one who’s holding, holding

On to something that was never really mine

Almost

Almost

We were always almost

Never quite enough to be something

Never far enough to be nothing