Fade Your Heart

Here, love resembles poor mathematics: we divide, we subtract, but for some reason the result always comes back to the same thing. We painted our hearts black, patched up the cracks, pretended to be strong - but it stubbornly floats back up, like an indestructible balloon.

It sounds like a mixture of sticky gloss and night-time failures in one's own thoughts. A little self-deception, a little posturing, but through it all, a simple truth emerges: feelings don't know how to disappear on schedule. Even if you push them behind the curtains and call them a mistake, they will still find their way back - quietly, stubbornly, on repeat.