Art of Almost

No, I froze I can't be so Far away from my wasteland I'll never know when I might ambulance Or hoist the horns with my own hands Almost Almost I heard a faint olé, true love But I had other ways to hurt myself Like calling I could open up my heart and fall in I could blame it all on dust The art of almost Almost Almost Almost I hold it up, I shake the great Disobey across the waves, tomorrow I'll have all the love I could ever ache And I'll leave almost with you Art of almost Almost Almost Almost