Looking back I realize we were always an "almost", never a sure thing.
We "almost" kissed that day, you "almost" stayed for me,
I "almost" flew to you, I "almost" said I love you,
We "almost" went to another date, you "almost" freed up some space in your heart for me.
I think it's the most painful word existing in the English dictionaries.
And it's worse that I decided to settle for your "almosts",
While I wanted to give you my "all", while I knew I was worthy of "everything."
Looking back I realize I was always the sure and brave one,
So I don't know why I found it so hard to get over the guy
Who never thought I was worth more than his fucking "almost".
And yet I can't blame you for it,
You're so good it drives me absolutely crazy.
At least if you were bad, I could get mad at you,
I'd hate you like I have always wished I could.
But of course, you were so good, you are so good, so painfully beautiful on the inside,
I hate how I can't hate you, even when loving you  hurt my pride every single time.