Your head is a beautiful glass thing designed to shatter.

The sad part? I’m the only one who knows the final sequence order.

I rehearsed the perfect, vacant smile I’d wear when you walked through the light,

Trying to look exactly like the girl you manufactured for tonight.

We started talking about nothing, just successfully avoiding the core,

And I knew your sudden quiet meant you were ready for war.

You tell me “Don’t call me, I’m done, I won’t pick up this phone,”

I know it’s just the predictable sound of you testing my luck alone.

You’re great, in the fleeting moments you’re not actively insane,

So I speak the specific phrase that pulls you back from the rain.

See, the whole world sees the flashing fire and runs to the hills,

They don’t know I’ve meticulously cataloged the weight of your silence.

I’m not smart, or brave, I just know the stupid map by heart,

That I have the perfect sentence to pull you out of the trap.

You’re beautiful chaos on a fraying electrical wire, I swear,

But baby, I’m the one who stands here in the crossfire.

I figured out the sequence of secrets, the golden thread you hide,

The exact ten seconds before you push me to the side.

So go ahead and shout, go ahead and disappear, make a scene,

I’ll just whisper the trigger word and hide my own fear.

Ten seconds, one word —

and I’m back in your world.

You pull me in tight, then suddenly push me out of your space,

You only feel safe when you make me prove my desperate attachment.

You say I overthink, or that I need to slow down,

But your sudden quiet is the loudest sound in this town.

I memorize the scripts for all your future apologies, word for word,

I know the exact pitch when you switch back to easy, charming you.

It’s toxic, I know, it’s a show I should just quit the scene,

But the thought of your eternal silence is the drug I can’t redeem.

See, the whole world sees the flashing fire and runs to the hills,

They don’t know I’ve meticulously cataloged the weight of your silence.

I’m not smart, or brave, I just know the stupid map by heart,

That I have the perfect sentence to pull you out of the trap.

You’re a beautiful disaster, a high-speed, glittering wreck,

And baby, I’m the only one with my careful hands around your neck.

I own the sequence, I built the golden thread inside your head,

The exact ten seconds when you finally let me drive instead.

So go ahead and shout, go ahead and disappear, make a scene,

I’ll just whisper the trigger word and pull you back right here.

Ten seconds, one word —

and I’m back in your world.

It’s called “codependency,” I guess I cut the cord myself this time.

But they don’t get the thrill of being the only thing you need adored.

I don’t love the screaming, I don’t love the fear,

I just love the power when your whole volatile world suddenly clears.

Don’t make me trust this, don’t make me trust this brittle softness,

’Cause I know you’ll wait for my call, even if you never answer.

I’m starting to think my perfect sequence is getting old now, darling,

The way you come back is just a little too slow for this show.

The ten words are turning into twenty, then thirty to fix the scene,

And constantly fixing you is making my whole damn mind dirty.

Maybe this whole game wasn’t about winning your heart,

Maybe it’s just the slow, predictable, tragic beginning of the end.

You’re still beautiful chaos, but the signal’s weak, the reception is bad,

And baby, the price of fixing you is turning me tragically meek.

The golden thread is cracking, the sequence won’t hide,

The exact ten seconds when I finally lose my pride and step aside.

So go ahead and shout, go ahead and disappear, I just don’t care to fight,

I’m too tired to whisper, I’m just waiting for the final clear.

Ten seconds, one word —

and I’m back in your world.

You can call it crazy, you can call it cruel…

But I know the golden rule.

I know the line.

I know the line