Almost
I only want what's impossible
And hard to find
So what I get
Is more to get used to
I've got to stop myself
When I start speaking my mind
Cause if I said
What I meant
I just might lose you
I don't work a room like you do
Everybody's talkin' I don't choose to
Mask it I'm exhausted
Last week gave half of what it cost
These useless go rounds
Slow my drive down
We used to stay up now we turn the lights out
Cause it's
Almost
But not quite
There where it should be
It's not wrong
It's alright
It's easy
Still I believe
In far off possibilities
Gotta believe
In timelines
Where it's different
I watch myself scold myself
For my selfish nature
Like it might possibly help
Someone else
Or show the angels
I mean well
But they've grown cold
I only call when
I'm in hell
Like a wrestler who cannot sell
Tried to be a face and then bellicose
The crowd was indifferent
They caught on quick
They know
I wont wear that belt
I've told you all the ways I felt
You said we play the hand we're dealt
Well a man needs fictions
If his hand can't match his ambition
It's almost
But not quite
There where it should be
It's not wrong
It's alright
It's easy
Still I believe
In far off possibilities
Gotta believe
In timelines
Where it's different
Tough luck kid
Take a loan out
Tough luck
Conditions will apply
Put your name down
Next to all the rest of them
Tough luck
You got so close this time
And hard to find
So what I get
Is more to get used to
I've got to stop myself
When I start speaking my mind
Cause if I said
What I meant
I just might lose you
I don't work a room like you do
Everybody's talkin' I don't choose to
Mask it I'm exhausted
Last week gave half of what it cost
These useless go rounds
Slow my drive down
We used to stay up now we turn the lights out
Cause it's
Almost
But not quite
There where it should be
It's not wrong
It's alright
It's easy
Still I believe
In far off possibilities
Gotta believe
In timelines
Where it's different
I watch myself scold myself
For my selfish nature
Like it might possibly help
Someone else
Or show the angels
I mean well
But they've grown cold
I only call when
I'm in hell
Like a wrestler who cannot sell
Tried to be a face and then bellicose
The crowd was indifferent
They caught on quick
They know
I wont wear that belt
I've told you all the ways I felt
You said we play the hand we're dealt
Well a man needs fictions
If his hand can't match his ambition
It's almost
But not quite
There where it should be
It's not wrong
It's alright
It's easy
Still I believe
In far off possibilities
Gotta believe
In timelines
Where it's different
Tough luck kid
Take a loan out
Tough luck
Conditions will apply
Put your name down
Next to all the rest of them
Tough luck
You got so close this time
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler James
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