Lyric

You said

“You should take it.”

Just like that

I waited

For your face to change

It didn’t

I wanted you

To make this hard for me

Then you made it

Sound so easy

I almost got mad

The offer came

This morning

New city

Better title

I read it twice

Then I called you

“That’s huge.”

“Yeah.”

“You worked for this.”

“Yeah.”

You keep talking

I don’t

Then—

“You still there?”

“I’m here.”

“When do you have

To decide?”

“Friday.”

“That’s soon.”

“Yeah.”

A pause

I wait

You don’t fill it

Make it hard for me

Say you’ll miss me

Say you hate

The thought of me leaving

No—

Don’t

If you ask me

To stay

I’ll be angry

You asked

If you tell me

To go

I’ll wonder

Why that was so easy

You say

“What am I supposed

To do with that?”

I don’t know

[Instrumental Interlude - 8 bars]

Soft piano, airy synth and warm bass

You come over

After work

The email’s still open

On my laptop

You sit beside me

“You haven’t answered?”

“No.”

“Do you want it?”

“Yes.”

You look at me

I look back

At the screen

Then—

“I think so.”

You nod

I hate the nod

You put your hand

Over mine

“I’m proud of you.”

I look away

Your hand

Stays there

I almost pull mine away

I don’t

Make it hard for me

Tell me

“I don’t want you to go.”

Then take it back

Tell me to go anyway

Tell me Sunday nights

Will feel strange

Tell me anything

That doesn’t sound

So reasonable

You stare at me

“Do you hear yourself?”

“Yeah.”

I wish I didn’t

“What are you asking me for?”

I laugh once

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want me

To ask you to stay?”

“No.”

You wait

“Maybe.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I know.”

I look at the email

Then at you

“If I go and—”

You stop me

“No.”

“What?”

“Don’t make me

Finish that for you.”

I go quiet

Make it hard for me

You look at me

For a long time

Then you say

“I don’t want you to go.”

There

I look down

You keep going

“But I think

You should.”

“Stop.”

“What?”

I look at you

Then back

At the screen

You say my name

“I know.”

“What do you know?”

I don’t answer

The cursor’s sitting

Over “Accept.”

You ask

“What are you

Going to do?”

I move my hand

To the trackpad

Then stop

“I don’t know.”

You stay beside me

The email

Stays open

[Instrumental Outro - 8 bars, slow fade]