Verse 1

Scrolling through our photos

Glass on the nightstand, cracked

Unread texts in the corner

Your name, then just black

I rehearse what I’d tell you

Mouth moves, no sound

Half-eaten takeout on the counter

I can’t throw it out

Chorus

I’m tired of being almost loved

Half-answers, half awake

You hold me just enough to stay

Then vanish when I break

I’m tired of being almost right

Till you twist it in my chest

You say I’m all you ever want

Then treat me like a test