Connecting Dots

Unraveling Love's Complexities: Kate Bollinger's Connecting Dots Explained
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Lyrics

Wait, wait a second

Feeling a pause, a moment to reflect

Everybody's telling me all sorts of things

Receiving various pieces of advice or information from others

Wait, wait a second

A repetition of the need for a pause, reflection, or reconsideration

How come love so sweet can turn so mean?

Questioning why a once sweet love has turned bitter or unpleasant


Wait, the more I know you

Expressing growing dislike or resentment as knowledge about someone deepens

The more I hate you, I do

Affirming a developing aversion or hatred towards someone


I spend my time connecting dots with resolve to

Investing time in making connections and finding resolutions in relationships

Do just what you do

Intending to emulate the actions of the person in question

I grew acquainted with not hearing myself

Becoming accustomed to not listening to one's own thoughts or opinions

The commotion became my devotion

Embracing chaos or disturbance as a form of dedication or loyalty


Wait, I got caught in the wrong thing

Finding oneself involved in an undesirable situation or relationship

We lost our heads which we said we'd never do

Going against earlier promises or intentions by losing self-control

Wait, I'll find the answer

Promising to seek a solution, likely internal rather than external

And I don't mean the kind that comes from outside

Not seeking an answer from external sources, implying internal reflection


Wait, the more I know you

Expressing an intensified dislike or hatred as understanding deepens

The more I hate you, I do

Affirming the growing negative emotions towards the person in question


I spend my time connecting dots with resolve to

Investing time in making connections and finding resolutions in relationships (repeated)

Do just what you do

Intending to emulate the actions of the person in question (repeated)

I grew acquainted with not hearing myself

Becoming accustomed to not listening to one's own thoughts or opinions (repeated)

The commotion became my devotion

Embracing chaos or disturbance as a form of dedication or loyalty (repeated)

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