A lyrical duet about a failed relationship. Speaker A takes responsibility, calling themselves the darkness and describing self-destructive patterns. Speaker B watches the separation unfold with melancholic acceptance. The piece uses metaphor to explore heartbreak and emotional withdrawal.
All I can ever be to you is the darkness that we knew and this regret I got accustomed to. Once it was the ride when we were at our height, waiting for you in the hotel at night. I knew I had him at my match, but every moment weak as nads. I don't know why I got so attached. It's my responsibility, and you don't owe nothing to me but to walk away. I have no complicity.
He walks away, the sun goes down. He takes the day, but I'm grown. And in your grave, in this blue shade, my tears dry on their own.
I don't understand, why do I stress the man when there's so many bigger things at hand? We could have never had it all. We had to hit a wall. So this is inevitable withdrawal. Even if I stop wanting you, that perspective push is true. I'll be some next man's other woman, so I cannot blame myself again. I should just be my own best friend. I fuck myself in the head with stupid men.
He walks away, the sun goes down. He takes the day, but I'm gone. Acting young, okay, in this blue shade. My tears dry on their own. So we are history. The shadow covers the sky above our place. He walks away. The sun goes down.
