Little Almosts

Quiet in the kitchen
Porcelain and light
Something in the silence
Doesn’t feel right

There’s a shake in my hands
Pouring tea
Spill the rim
You say my name in passing
Like a stranger
Thin and dim

I laugh too quick at nothing
Fold the same sleeve twice
Every word I’m swallowing
Tastes like melting ice

Something’s bending
I can’t say
Every moment
Slips away

Can you feel it
Can you feel it
These cracks in the quiet
All the little almosts
Breaking up the silence
I am standing in the doorway
Heart pressed to the frame
Say my name like you still want to
Say my name like you’re afraid

I wake before the alarm
Watch your shoulders rise
Then fall
Measure inches in the bedsheets
Feels like miles between us now

Your coffee cup on the counter
Lip print fading slow
I touch the place you kissed
Like it still might glow (oh)

Can you feel it
Can you feel it
These cracks in the quiet
All the little almosts
Breaking up the silence
I am standing in the doorway
Heart pressed to the frame
Say my name like you still want to
Say my name like you’re afraid

If I open up my chest
Will you look or turn away
All this shaking in my voice
Is just your name
Your name

Can you feel it
Can you feel it
These cracks in the quiet
All the little almosts
(Breaking through the silence)
(I am standing in the doorway)
(Heart pressed to the frame)
Say my name
Like you’re afraid

If you’re already gone
Just let it be
I’ll hold the silence
Where you used to be

No more pretending
No more fight
Just me and the echo
Of last night

Words & music by Nikita Monday.