So many times I find details in nothing,
meaning in impulse,
and the urge to be.
I tried to convince you that the only person I want is who you're hiding from me.
This indiscretion met those insecurities and remained estranged.
I misplaced your cadence and now I'm empty handed, wishing I had someone to stand in and see us.
Got caught in your orbit, renamed it inertia
Maybe all you ever wanted was me.