Almost Love

I’m in the middle of a drink
Without it I can’t stay
When I reach the top of the trees
I’ll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away
I’m in the middle of a poem
This one’s not for you
And as I was counting size
May have missed out on my moon
I don’t have the sadness in the place it should’ve been
And I don’t have a darkness over all I break and all I’m in
I have glass in my throat when I sing
About what an almost love it could’ve been
I can’t ever sleep
All my dreams are in a width of languages the tongue can speak
And before the birds are hurt
Shrouded in the devil’s cloud to watch the morning burn
I don’t have the sadness in the place it should’ve been
And I don’t have a darkness over all I break and all I’m in
I have glass in my throat when I sing
About what an almost love it could’ve been
I gather my yesterdays
They’re all I could hold but in the end I saved
I’ll find a new way to be alone, ooh-oh
Another heart away I’ve grown
I’m in the middle of a dream
This one’s not with you
If I fall will you swallow me whole?
Turning into you and turn myself into a fool
Turning into you and turn myself into a fool
Ooh-oh
Turning into you and turn myself into a fool
Turning into you and turn myself into a fool
Ooh-oh
So you think I’m a fool