[Verse 1] We were lying on the floorboards Tracing cracks like fault lines Edge to edge You said “All I’ve ever wanted Is a place my shaking hands can rest” I laughed like it didn’t cut me Changed the subject Swallowed half the words Every almost Every maybe Hanging in the air Too scared to burn [Chorus] Is this the best of us Or just the closest that we get to almost touching You pull away I stay Stuck in the doorway of your rushing If this is all we are Just a promise that keeps turning into dust I’ll keep my breathing rough Let it hurt If that’s the best of us [Verse 2] You were staring out the window Saying you were barely holding on Every street became an exit Every quiet night a ticking bomb I kept feeding you distractions Little jokes and lists of things to do Anything but say “I love you” Like the truth would be the thing that ruins you [Chorus] Is this the best of us Or just the closest that we get to almost touching You pull away I stay Stuck in the doorway of your rushing If this is all we are Just a promise that keeps turning into dust I’ll keep my breathing rough Let it hurt If that’s the best of us [Bridge] [Drop builds — low bass swell Drums and strings rising Breathy background vocals] Say you want me Say you don’t Say you’re breaking I’ll be broke Every version ends the same You disappear I take the blame (oh) Say you’re staying Say you’re gone Either way I’m holding on To the night you almost said “I’m not afraid of what comes next” [Chorus] Is this the best of us Or just the closest that we get to almost touching You pull away I stay Stuck in the doorway of your rushing If this is all we are Just a promise that keeps turning into dust I’ll keep my breathing rough Let it hurt If that’s the best of us [Outro] If that’s the best of us (If that’s the best of us) I’ll let it open me Till there’s nothing left but trust

folk, Art-pop dream ballad with male vocals over a slow-building folk-inflected bed: soft picked acoustic guitar and warm bass under hazy pads, close-mic’d lead, ghostly stacked background vocals in the choruses. Cinematic rise with strings and toms into a seductive, dramatic drop where drums hit hard, reverbs bloom, and harmonies widen, then a quiet, fragile outro on guitar and voice., art pop, dream pop, ballad

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