Almost Meant It

[Instrumental Intro – Soft, lazy guitar chords, deep bass humming underneath, brushed drum taps—like a slow heartbeat.] [Verse 1] You were good at making promises Didn’t even have to try You spoke in love songs and fairytales With a straight face, every time I held onto every syllable Like they were diamonds in your hands Didn’t know that they were glass 'Til they cut me where I stand [Pre-Chorus] And maybe you thought you meant it For a minute, for a night Guess your love was just a habit And I was just a lie [Chorus soft at first, then layered with harmonies, emotion breaking through] You almost meant it, didn’t you? Almost loved me like you said you would Almost held on, almost stayed Almost made me think you’d change But almost don’t mean anything at all [Instrumental Section – Guitar lingers, bass drops in heavier, tension in the air.] [Verse 2] I replay all the words you gave me Like an echo in my head Maybe I was just a mirror You only loved what you reflect And I was easy to believe in When you needed something new But I was never gonna be enough For someone who don’t know the truth [Pre-Chorus] And maybe you thought you meant it For a minute, for a night Guess your love was just a habit And I was just a lie [Chorus building, like she’s getting sick of even thinking about it now] You almost meant it, didn’t you? Almost loved me like you said you would Almost held on, almost stayed Almost made me think you’d change But almost don’t mean anything at all [Instrumental Section – Guitar bends slightly off-key, like something unraveling. Bassline steady, heartbeat-like drums fading in and out.] [Bridge soft, almost whispered, then breaking into emotion on the last line] Maybe you convinced yourself But you sure as hell ain’t fooling me You don’t love, you just pretend And I was just another scene [Final Chorus quiet, then exploding into harmonies, emotion cracks in the voice] You almost meant it, didn’t you? Almost loved me like you said you would Almost held on, almost stayed Almost made me think you’d change But almost don’t mean anything at all [Outro soft, detached, final realization sinking in.] Yeah… almost don’t mean shit. [Instrumental Outro – Guitar fades out slowly, bass holds one last note, then silence.]