a basket of almosts Lyrics

The book you gave me

Has been sitting on my nightstand for

Eighteen days

I've been sitting waiting here for your phone call, but

Now it's too late

I've been wanting this for so long, so bad, but

The time never came

There's nowhere to go

Nothing to hold

Just a basket of almosts to fit in my hand

A basket of almosts

To burn in my bed

A basket of almosts

To fill up my head

I often stop and catch myself from drifting off to

A foggy state

Where I imagine everything that we could be if we

Just escaped

Another place, another time

A different path, a different life

Where your father would apologize

But he won't, just like you

He can't bring himself to

Now there's nowhere to go

Nothing to hold

Just a basket of almosts to fit in my hand

A basket of almosts

To burn in my bed

A basket of almosts

To fuck with my head

I made it so easy for you

Told you just what to do

Now I find myself hating you

Or at least trying to

How did we end up this way

Drunk on all of this pain

(I'm drinking, I'm thinking)

I guess that you really have nothing left to say

Just a basket of almosts

A basket of almosts

Like "I'm almost ready"

"I almost love you"

"I almost need you"

"I almost trust you"

But you never could write me a part in your play

You chose to downgrade all the choices we made

To a basket of almosts

A basket of almosts

A basket of almosts

There's nowhere to go

Nothing to hold

Just a basket of almosts to fit in my hand

A basket of almosts

To burn in my bed

A basket of almosts

To fill up my head