Deep end again

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Yeah...
Uh...
I'm in the deep end again,
talkin' to the ceiling again...
Check the time,
and my signal's fadin'

You showed up with that look
Smoke rings, cheap wine, my whole place is yours
We dissect our exes like a biology class
Talkin' 'bout the future through a cracked looking glass
You kiss me like a question, I answer with my hands
We're buildin' up a city on these unstable sands
And I'm your weekend tourist, you're my holiday
We both skip the foreplay to hear what the other won't say.
And it's loud...
so loud...

But then the sun creeps in, a blade of guilty pleasure
You rearrange your face and say, "I'm gonna stay the night?"
But it's a statement, not a question, and we both know the truth
We're just two different frequencies, chasing the same proof.

And you call it a connection, I call it a symptom.
This push and this pull, got me dizzy in the rhythm.
You're a beautiful confusion, a lovely kind of poison.
My head says "run away," but my body's makin' noise and
It's just static in the silence, a broken, sweet compliance.
You call it a connection, I call it a symptom.

Monday morning texts are just a ghost of the night
A "haha" or a "yeah" that never feels quite right.
You're a thumbnail on my screen, a story I can't watch
Buildin' up a mystery just to keep me locked.
My friends all say I'm different, got a vacancy behind my eyes
I'm tellin' them I'm fine, but I'm perfectin' my disguise.
'Cause you only want the version of me that you create
When the city's sleepin' sound and it's a little bit too late.

And then you text "you up?" and it's a flicker in the dark
I ignore it for an hour just to feel a little spark.
But I let you in the doorway with that familiar, tired smile
And we repeat the first verse, forgettin' all the style.
And you call it a connection, I call it a symptom.
This push and this pull, got me dizzy in the rhythm.
You're a beautiful confusion, a lovely kind of poison.
My head says "run away," but my body's makin' noise and—
It's just static in the silence, a broken, sweet compliance.
You call it a connection, I call it a symptom.

Yeah...
a symptom
You call it a connection...
I'm callin' it a night.
I'm callin' it a night.
For real this time...
...I think.

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