Lyrics
You're scared to death
You are extremely frightened.
I can smell it in your sweat
I can sense your fear through the scent of your perspiration.
So you can blow it off and
You might dismiss your fear and act tough.
Act like you were strong
Pretend to be strong despite your inner struggles.
But I see you every night
Even though you act strong, I observe you in your vulnerability every night in your bedroom.
Up in your bedroom alone
You spend time alone, suggesting a sense of isolation.
I miss those petty lies
I miss the small lies and the futile attempts to hide your despair.
And the hopelessness you try
Expressing nostalgia for the hopelessness you try hard to conceal.
So hard to disguise
It's challenging for you to mask your true emotions.
I miss the way you always bitch it's weird
Remembering the unique way you used to complain, indicating a change.
But things just haven't been the
Things have not been the same lately.
Same way around here
Reflecting on the altered atmosphere.
In case you forgot
Reminding the listener of their interconnectedness.
We're all that each other's got
Highlighting the mutual reliance on each other.
So forget the articles in
Ignore the superficial advice in magazines.
All your shallow magazines
Disregard shallow media and focus on the genuine connection.
That say the best thing for you
Popular suggestions may not be the best for you.
Looks like anyone but me
Emphasizing the singer's suitability as opposed to societal norms.
I love to watch you drowning in the wake
Enjoy witnessing the struggle and vulnerability.
I love the way your arms start flailing
Appreciation for the physical manifestation of distress.
I love to hear you calling out my name
Deriving satisfaction from hearing your distress call.
Through the cracks in your taped-up windows
Observing your struggle through the barriers you've erected.
I love that something's finally happening
Finding joy in the fact that something significant is happening.
I love to watch you drowning in the wake
Reiteration of enjoying the spectacle of someone in distress.
I love the way your arms start trembling
Appreciating the physical reaction to distress.
I love the way you're stalling
Enjoying the hesitation and delay caused by calling out.
Me by calling my name
The act of calling the singer's name serves as a delay tactic.
I hate to be around you
Expressing discomfort and aversion to being around the person.
I hope that you'll stay
Expressing a desire for the person to remain distant.
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