From the album My Reckless Abandon
This is about wanting someone who wants you back but won't risk being seen with you. The narrator offers total availability while the other person keeps them at arm's length , always ready to show up when called, never acknowledged in daylight. It's a performance of not caring about the hiding while being painfully aware of exactly what's being hidden.
Call me when you're done, I'll come and pick you up
This is the whole dynamic in ten words. The narrator positions themselves as backup plan, the person you call after the real night is over. The willingness to pick someone up implies they're not worth being seen with in public , you show up alone, leave together in private.
We can keep it on the low / We can make sure that they know
These are opposite strategies presented as if they're both fine. The narrator claims indifference to secrecy or exposure, but the fact that both options are on the table means someone else is choosing silence. If you truly didn't care, you wouldn't be listing alternatives.
So what, you want me? / Don't gotta tell nobody
The question mark after 'you want me' is doing real work , it's not a statement of fact, it's still uncertain. Then immediately offering to keep it secret. The narrator is negotiating their own erasure before being asked to.
Always in your mind but never on your tongue
The tongue is where acknowledgment happens. The other person thinks about this constantly but won't speak it into existence, won't name what they're doing. Might be about queerness and closeting , might just be someone scared of admitting they care. Either way, the silence is the violence.
Everything I do is for show / But not this, no
This claim of authenticity lands in a song entirely about someone performing availability while getting nothing back. The narrator thinks this is the one real thing in their life of performance, but being endlessly ready to show up on command is its own kind of show , playing the role of someone who doesn't need more.
The saddest part is the narrator thinks they're being chill about this. They list secrecy and exposure as equal options, claim everything else is performance but this is real, offer to keep showing up with no strings attached. But someone who genuinely didn't need acknowledgment wouldn't spend a whole song cataloging all the ways they're not getting it. The tongue stays silent. The running never stops.