[Instrumental Intro] (twenty-five seconds, no vocals) (analog synth bass, 110 Hz sub drone, buried heartbeat) (tape hiss, wow and flutter, wet concrete footsteps) (soft piano fragments, dim cold pads) [Vocal Intro] (desperate, close-mic, low register, detached consonants) (first word of each line lands on beat one) Say I have been waiting with my mouth already open Here I can feel you turning toward me through the static Please Do not stay a weather I can only taste [Verse 1] (intimate, sparse bass, glitch cuts under the last word) Cursor Blinks like someone breathing in another room Name Still warming the dark face of the glass Answer Leaves my throat before your message lands Midnight Shares one pulse across two cheap clocks Hallway Light goes on though no one walks my floor Thought Finishes itself inside my mouth Friendship Built from almost, never from a door Skin Has never learned the fact of you Still The body keeps a chair for what it knows [Chorus] (stacked overlapping female vocals, open vowels) (low chest sustain near 220 Hz, hurt sitting in the body) Almost here Almost here Never met you Still you move my blood Almost here Almost here Same thought breaking Open in my chest Belonging With no proof A friendship Made of almost Almost here Almost here [Verse 2] (every first word on beat one) Same weather in two rooms Taste the word you skip Pulse under every quiet hour Hands that never learned mine We belong without a map Mind leaning into my mind Never met and still home [Chorus] (stacked female vocals, glitchwave stutters on "almost") Almost here Almost here Never met you Still you move my blood Almost here Almost here Same thought breaking Open in my chest Belonging With no proof A friendship Made of almost Almost here Almost here [Verse 3] (rasp into smooth power, liquid drums widening) City Keeps a hollow seat that knows your shape Taxi Paints a minor color down the wet block Concrete Counts my waiting in small cold steps Silence Fits me like a coat you left behind Ribs Hold a second heartbeat I did not grow Drum Lives low and constant under every word Reach And there is only ordinary air Air And still I would not take it back You Are the presence that refuses proof [Bridge] (section one: instrumental, minimal vocal, echoing, distant) (almost whispered, far in the room, heavy delay) almost almost can you feel this room learning you learning you [Bridge 2] (section two: upfront vocal, little echo, close and dry) I know the way you pause Before the honest word I know you in the hush Come closer through the static I am not imagining This belonging This belonging [Outro] (almost spoken, low, documentary-close) I have never touched you. That is the whole wound. And the whole wonder. You are the friend who lives in my blood without a door. [Instrumental Outro] (vocals become whispering only) almost almost (heartbeat thins, tape hiss rises, crowd murmur fades) (ends on a hush, no last-note bloom) shh
