Almost Ours

[Verse 1]
You laugh at all my worst jokes
You know the way my eye twitches when I lie
Your hand found mine in the backseat
Felt wrong
Felt right
At the same damn time
You tell me all of your secrets
Names and faces I was never meant to know
I trace the line on your wrist
Pretend it's some kind of home
[Chorus]
We got fire
But it's borrowed
We make plans
We can't follow
You're not mine
I'm not yours
Still we keep leaning in
Closing doors
We got touch
We got trust
We got everything
But us
Call it timing
Call it curse
Baby
We're almost
Almost ours
[Verse 2]
Your shirt still hangs on my chair
Like it's waiting for the life we never get to live
You said you dreamed of a small place
Two cups
One sink
All the love we'd give
But there's a ring on your finger in my mind
There's a promise with her name on your phone
And every time that you pull me closer
I keep asking
"Who am I taking home?"
[Chorus]
We got fire
But it's borrowed
We make plans
We can't follow
You're not mine
I'm not yours
Still we keep leaning in
Closing doors
We got touch
We got trust
We got everything
But us
Call it timing
Call it curse
Baby
We're almost
Almost ours
[Bridge]
If I met you first
Would we still be here?
Trading little pieces
Of a life that's not quite clear
You say
"In another lifetime"
I say
"Don't say that out loud" (oh)
'Cause this one already hurts enough
Standing in this crowded room
Feeling like a crowd of two
[Chorus]
We got fire
But it's borrowed
We make plans
We can't follow
You're not mine
I'm not yours
Still we keep leaning in
Closing doors
We got touch
We got trust
We got everything
But us
Call it timing
Call it curse
Baby
We're almost
Almost ours

Moody R&B ballad with intimate male vocals, close-miked piano and soft sub-bass. Verses stay sparse with light electric guitar flickers and brushed percussion; chorus widens with airy harmonies and a warm pad bed. Subtle vocal stacks echo key words, bridge pulls everything down to almost a capella, then returns with a gentle swell for the final hook., romantic, sad