Almost
Tonight you told me you almost kissed me
on that night in December when I almost wanted you to.
I told you I knew it and you asked me
just what I thought that we should do.
But how am I to answer that,
when everything is so tangled up?
Can you not see the mess we've made
of all these people that we love?
Because that was when I was almost the girl
to that boy who's on the verge of almost making a move.
So I told you I couldn't decide what I wanted,
or whether I wanted him or anyone (you.)
You told me you understood
and that you felt that way tonight.
Here you are, still an almost,
as you tell me you want to die,
because your almost girlfriend just broke your heart.
But the real break was weeks ago,
and now you have to make damn sure
that that handful of pills, she does not swallow.
You're distracted, she's distracted,
and yet here you are,
begging me to be with you,
to jump right in your car.
You're distracting me from all that I might be,
and from that boy whose heart I took unknowingly,
But he's an almost too,
I'm an almost me, and I almost want to be with you.
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