When Almost Counts

Trying to make a barricade you put your arms in an 'X'

But he keeps coming and keeps coming though you're pushing hard on his neck

And he keeps coming and keeps coming and you're feeling his breath

And he keeps coming and keeps coming despite your heels in his chest

All that is left

Is the awe he neglects

Your call to request he leaves

Screaming 'please' but it dissolves to the deaf

But eventually he retreats like he almost forgets

He was in the midst of creating you a full list of regrets

'I shoulda left him alone'

'I shouldn'ta called'

'I shoulda knew he was no good'