Lyric

I keep your space

Like a second skin

Half a text away

From falling in

Your cup still sits

By the sink some nights

I don't move it fast

I let it stay right

You come in soft

Then fade to grey

I learn your shape

By what you won't say

And I pretend

That I don't know

I'm warm enough

To let you go

Your almost, your almost

I live in your almost

One hand on the door

One foot in the glow

Your almost, your almost

I wear your almost

You call it a maybe

I call it home

I know that look

When you need the room

You leave your coat

And leave too soon

I make my bed

For two, then one

Every small beginning

Gets undone

You come in soft

Then fade to grey

I learn your shape

By what you won't say

And I pretend

That I don't know

I'm warm enough

To let you go

Your almost, your almost

I live in your almost

One hand on the door

One foot in the glow

Your almost, your almost

I wear your almost

You call it a maybe

I call it home

If you ever stay

Say it plain

Let the whole thing land

Let it have a name

'Cause I can take

A little hurt

But not this slow

And half-lit work

Your almost, your almost

I live in your almost

One hand on the door

One foot in the glow

Your almost, your almost

I wear your almost

You call it a maybe

I call it home