[Verse I] Your outline flickers without meaning. Your careful phrasing strains the bridge. I reach, and you recoil on instinct. Two signals miss; you never adjust. [Chorus] The bond between us feels manufactured. I speak your name; you measure silence. If rapport breaks, you’ll call it natural. I watch the distance you maintain. [Verse II] Your calm cuts clean, a chosen tactic. Each glance delivers quiet judgment. Trust falters under your revisions. We sync, then you retreat on cue. [Bridge] If I lift the veil, you’ll turn aside. If I show the break, you’ll stay unmoved. We’re only echoes avoiding contact. This distance feels like your intent. [Final Chorus] The bond between us thins without effort. I call you out; you offer nothing. If rapport fades, you won’t resist it. Meet me halfway or let it end.
