I wish that I could say,
“I can only deal with so much rejection”
But that implies I’m gonna leave, and I’m too weak.

I’m hopelessly addicted to the breadcrumbs of your affection.
When you send one less kiss than me, It’s all I read.
I say “I love you”, but you only reply one out of five times.
Like, I love you, but I hate you, it’s such a fucking fine line.

Are you doing it to spite me or couldn’t you say it a little more?
Do you really only love sometimes?

At a ratio 1:5, is the person I’ve been fighting for, emotionally unavailable?
What have we been so divided by?

Love me once, I love you back five times..

För om ingenting längre är på riktigt, kan väl heller inte någonting va bränt..

..Och tillslut så fick jag vara med nån som dig..