[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.]