You're good at the falling, not the staying there. You're good at the giving too much then getting scared. You're good at impersonating someone who cares and you had me for a minute there... But now I wonder why I let your confusion keep me up at night.

There's a weight off my shoulders now that I don't chase you. Being myself, did that emasculate you? Learning from you that I can walk away, too, and you had me for a minute, too...

And I'm so tired, re-read every single undertone and I overanalyzed it, front, back, and beside it... Where else can we go? There's nothing left here to decode. Done lookin' for signs in the gaps and the silence, it's just getting old, there's nothing left here to decode.