almost

i feel like a porcelain doll 

on the shelf collecting dust 

do you still think i’m pretty 

in the slumped way i’m sitting

cracks and crafted smiles oh, it's a pity 

have you got me tucked away? 

still in your mind but in the back where I stay

silently singing sad songs

when nothings really wrong

those words you never said to me anyway 

even in your one word replies

i still hang on to every letter 

you say you like staring in my eyes

if they weren't so dark, would you like me better? 

i don't want another one that got away 

only ever making it halfway

i’ll always be a ghost  

running out of almost  

you live in my songbook page

you're the song i could sing for days

i’m your nightingale sweetheart

if you promise that we won't part

lock me up my heart's used to a cage

even in the silence you give

it's still some music to my ears

in fact, it's deafening 

in the background of the sound of my fears

i don't want another one that got away 

only ever making it halfway

i’ll always be a ghost  

running out of almost