[Verse 1] You showed up late Spinning in my doorway Shoes in your hand Laughing at the rain Tracing all your hazy plans on my palm
One small bag Ticket on the table Heart on your sleeve You said “It’s now or never” And you dropped something when you turned to leave
[Chorus] White roses on my kitchen chair Wrapped in the receipt from your one-way fare You wrote “don’t wait” in a hurry Crooked line But these white roses Keep saying you were almost mine (you were almost mine)
[Verse 2] Your coffee cup Lipstick half a fingerprint on the side Cab lights down the block I watched Pretending I was fine
I paced the tiles Counted every crack like hours to spare Your petals started bruising Still I kept your little note right there
[Chorus] White roses on my kitchen chair Wrapped in the receipt from your one-way fare You wrote “don’t wait” in a hurry Crooked line But these white roses Keep saying you were almost mine (you were almost mine)
[Bridge] Maybe in some other town You’re buying flowers Putting roots in the ground I’m here Lights low Vase half dry Still talking to the stems you left behind (oh, why)
[Chorus] White roses on my kitchen chair Ink bleeding through the paper Scent in the air You wrote “don’t wait” but you never said goodbye So these white roses Won’t let this be a clean divide Yeah These white roses Keep saying you were almost mine
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Intimate acoustic pop ballad with male vocals; close-miked guitar and soft piano share the spotlight, subtle pads bloom in the chorus. First verse stays hushed, then drums slide in gently on the second hook with warm bass. Backing harmonies lift the title line, last chorus drops to voice and guitar for a tender finish.