From the album Pylon
This is about someone trying to convince themselves the door is closed while they're still standing in the doorway. The narrator insists it's 'not worth thinkin' about' while building an entire architecture of rules about what the other person is and isn't allowed to do, which means they're still thinking about it constantly. The performance of being done is the whole point.
Steal / Weigh it down / Tough lovin' / Don't let go of / The feelings too
These fragments read like instructions the narrator is giving herself, not observations about the other person. 'Don't let go of the feelings too' lands like a warning she's already ignoring—the line breaks make it impossible to tell if she's telling herself to hold on or let go.
Don't be so fake and affected / Scared of rejection / Lackin' direction
She accuses them of being 'fake and affected' while performing the most rehearsed kind of breakup speech imaginable. The narrator thinks she's naming their problem but she's describing her own deflection—every accusation here could be turned around.
There's so much we left unsaid / And so much that you don't get / Fuck that, not worth thinkin' about to me now
Saying 'There's so much we left unsaid' in the same breath as 'not worth thinkin' about' is the whole song in two lines. If it wasn't worth thinking about, she wouldn't have catalogued exactly what remains unresolved. The 'Fuck that' feels like her cutting herself off before she admits how much it still matters.
You'll find there's / Nothin' you could say / Just stay away / From me now
The future tense here ('You'll find') means she's still imagining their reaction, still writing their side of the script. Someone who's actually moved on doesn't spend time predicting what the other person will discover when they try to come back.
The sun has set / This sun has set
The sun setting is permanent—it happens once per day and then it's done. But she says it twice, then says it again, like she's trying to make it true by repetition. I'm not sure if she believes it herself or if she's hoping saying it enough times will make the decision stick.
The song ends the same way it started—repeating 'the sun has set' like a mantra that hasn't taken hold yet. What sticks isn't the breakup itself but the sound of someone trying to talk themselves into believing their own goodbye. The harder she insists it's over, the more you hear how much work it takes to keep it that way.