[Intro - Male] (Clipped guitar riff over a tight 102 BPM snare and syncopated bass) (Vocal chops: "So close... yeah...") We had the chemistry... we had the talk... So why are we still standing on the sidewalk? [Verse 1 - Male] Late night on the phone, quarter past three, Talking 'bout your dreams and what you wanted to be. You said I was the only one who got you right, Understanding everything behind your light. We walked up to your doorstep in the autumn air, A lingering pause, your fingers through your hair. I leaned in close, you leaned in too, Then both of us pulled back like we didn't know what to do. [Pre-Chorus - Male] We keep playing on the edge of the frame, Scared to take a chance, scared to give it a name. We got all of the spark, none of the fire, Caught in the middle of our own desire. [Chorus - Male] (Chorus opens up with wide harmonies and a fuller drum drive) We were almost lovers, almost a team, Almost living out a 2000s dream. Almost held hands walking down the block, Almost stopped the ticking of the hallway clock. Got a pocket full of "what-ifs" sitting in the shade, Looking at the memory that we almost made. Yeah, almost... so close to real, Dying to say what we almost feel. [Verse 2 - Male] Fast forward three months, saw you at the spot, Dressed up nice, looking like a lot. You had a new guy sitting right by your chair, Placing his palm in the middle of your hair. You locked eyes with me across the crowded floor, And for a second, we were back at your front door. Two people knowing what we could have been, If either one of us had let the story begin. [Pre-Chorus - Male] We keep playing on the edge of the frame, Scared to take a chance, scared to give it a name. We got all of the spark, none of the fire, Caught in the middle of our own desire. [Chorus - Male] We were almost lovers, almost a team, Almost living out a 2000s dream. Almost held hands walking down the block, Almost stopped the ticking of the hallway clock. Got a pocket full of "what-ifs" sitting in the shade, Looking at the memory that we almost made. Yeah, almost... so close to real, Dying to say what we almost feel. [Bridge - Male] (Instrumental breakdown: syncopated bassline and guitar chords take center stage) Maybe it was me, afraid to make the play... Maybe it was you, finding words to say... Truth is, potential doesn't mean a thing, When nobody's ready for the change it brings. [Final Chorus - Male] (Full high-energy arrangement with soaring falsetto ad-libs) We were almost lovers (so close, baby!), almost a team, Almost living out a 2000s dream (living out our dream). Almost held hands walking down the block, Almost stopped the ticking of the hallway clock. Got a pocket full of "what-ifs" sitting in the shade, Looking at the memory that we almost made. Yeah, almost... so close to real, Dying to say what we almost feel. [Outro - Male] (Guitar riffs and vocal chops fade out over the bouncing beat) Almost... Yeah, but almost ain't enough. We left it in the air. First Impression. (Fade out)
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