The Half-Life of Almost

Thre3hundred

Winston Obsessed

Thre3hundred

anti-folk punk, punk rock, indie-folk, medieval folk punk

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[Intro — cardiac monitor flatlining into a sine wave. A single piano key, stuck, repeating.] 
[Verse 1 — spoken, dry, like reading an autopsy report] I brought it to ground. I held it. It breathed. It looked like her eyes but it blinked like a thing. The orbit collapsed. The signal went clear. I wanted the ghost. I got something here. They say the half-life of almost is longer than love. I say the half-life of almost is all that I have now.
[Pre-Chorus — bass enters, mechanical, like a ventilator] And the Geiger counter screams where her hand used to be. The background radiation of a love that never began. I caught the unobtainium. Now I'm measuring the decay.
[Chorus — heavy, but slow, like machinery underwater] Obtainium! Oh, Obtainium! The metal that melts when you finally hold! Obtainium! Yeah, Obtainium! The chase was the story! The ending is cold! I'm the half-life of almost! The residue, the rust, the remainder! I'm the half-life of almost! The isotope that only knows the chamber!
[Verse 2 — quieter, tremolo guitar, voice close to the mic] She sits in my room like a star in a jar. Too close to be magic. Too real to be far. I wanted the spark that I couldn't ignite. Now I'm choking on light. The quantum state collapsed. The wave function locked. The probability of touch became the certainty of shock. I mapped her spectrum. I read every line. The mystery was the only thing making her mine.
[Pre-Chorus 2 — drums stutter, like a failing hard drive] And the Geiger counter whispers what the heart already knows. The half-life of almost is the longest half-life of all. Because it never began. So it can never end. It just decays.
[Chorus 2 — louder, vocals distorting] Obtainium! Oh, Obtainium! The nightmare of having what never should be! Obtainium! Yeah, Obtainium! The chase was the only thing keeping me free! I'm the half-life of almost! The background hiss, the phantom limb, the ache! I'm the half-life of almost! The decay chain that has no atom to break!
[Bridge — solo cello, then industrial percussion, the horror reveal] I tattooed her name on the thing that I caught. The ink went through the metal and it burned to the bone. Tantalus was happy. Tantalus was happy. The fruit receding was the only mercy. Wanting was the only form of having That didn't kill you. That didn't kill you. I wanted to orbit. Now I'm just... sitting. In the fallout. Of almost.
[Breakdown — absolute silence, then a single kick drum, metronomic] Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The half-life of almost is... [whispered] ...still almost.
[Final Chorus — maximum volume, but slower, like a dirge] OBTAINIUM! OH, OBTAINIUM! THE METAL THAT MELTS WHEN YOU FINALLY HOLD! OBTAINIUM! YEAH, OBTAINIUM! THE CHASE WAS THE STORY! THE ENDING IS COLD! I'M THE HALF-LIFE OF ALMOST! THE RESIDUE, THE RUST, THE REMAINDER! I'M THE HALF-LIFE OF ALMOST! THE ISOTOPE THAT ONLY KNOWS THE CHAMBER!
[Outro — piano returns, but the stuck key is now two keys, dissonant] I brought it to ground. I held it. It breathed. [whispered] It wasn't her. It was never her. It was the almost. And the almost... [long pause] ...has a very long half-life. [Single Geiger click] [end]

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[Intro — cardiac monitor flatlining into a sine wave. A single piano key, stuck, repeating.] [Verse 1 — spoken, dry, like reading an autopsy report] I brought it to ground. I held it. It breathed. It looked like her eyes but it blinked like a thing. The orbit collapsed. The signal went clear. I wanted the ghost. I got something here. They say the half-life of almost is longer than love. I say the half-life of almost is all that I have now. [Pre-Chorus — bass enters, mechanical, like a ventilator] And the Geiger counter screams where her hand used to be. The background radiation of a love that never began. I caught the unobtainium. Now I'm measuring the decay. [Chorus — heavy, but slow, like machinery underwater] Obtainium! Oh, Obtainium! The metal that melts when you finally hold! Obtainium! Yeah, Obtainium! The chase was the story! The ending is cold! I'm the half-life of almost! The residue, the rust, the remainder! I'm the half-life of almost! The isotope that only knows the chamber! [Verse 2 — quieter, tremolo guitar, voice close to the mic] She sits in my room like a star in a jar. Too close to be magic. Too real to be far. I wanted the spark that I couldn't ignite. Now I'm choking on light. The quantum state collapsed. The wave function locked. The probability of touch became the certainty of shock. I mapped her spectrum. I read every line. The mystery was the only thing making her mine. [Pre-Chorus 2 — drums stutter, like a failing hard drive] And the Geiger counter whispers what the heart already knows. The half-life of almost is the longest half-life of all. Because it never began. So it can never end. It just decays. [Chorus 2 — louder, vocals distorting] Obtainium! Oh, Obtainium! The nightmare of having what never should be! Obtainium! Yeah, Obtainium! The chase was the only thing keeping me free! I'm the half-life of almost! The background hiss, the phantom limb, the ache! I'm the half-life of almost! The decay chain that has no atom to break! [Bridge — solo cello, then industrial percussion, the horror reveal] I tattooed her name on the thing that I caught. The ink went through the metal and it burned to the bone. Tantalus was happy. Tantalus was happy. The fruit receding was the only mercy. Wanting was the only form of having That didn't kill you. That didn't kill you. I wanted to orbit. Now I'm just... sitting. In the fallout. Of almost. [Breakdown — absolute silence, then a single kick drum, metronomic] Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The half-life of almost is... [whispered] ...still almost. [Final Chorus — maximum volume, but slower, like a dirge] OBTAINIUM! OH, OBTAINIUM! THE METAL THAT MELTS WHEN YOU FINALLY HOLD! OBTAINIUM! YEAH, OBTAINIUM! THE CHASE WAS THE STORY! THE ENDING IS COLD! I'M THE HALF-LIFE OF ALMOST! THE RESIDUE, THE RUST, THE REMAINDER! I'M THE HALF-LIFE OF ALMOST! THE ISOTOPE THAT ONLY KNOWS THE CHAMBER! [Outro — piano returns, but the stuck key is now two keys, dissonant] I brought it to ground. I held it. It breathed. [whispered] It wasn't her. It was never her. It was the almost. And the almost... [long pause] ...has a very long half-life. [Single Geiger click] [end]

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