From the album Hen's Teeth
This is a song about people who live in permanent hesitation. It watches someone stuck between wanting to change and refusing to actually do it, where even goodbye feels too decisive to say out loud. The cruelty is not in leaving. The cruelty is in staying halfway.
Some do, some don't / Some would, now they won't / I'm trying every day
Three lines that collapse effort into inertia. Trying becomes its own endpoint when it never leads to doing.
Half a man only walks / Halfway around the block / And half measures are all he takes
The literal image of someone who cannot even finish circling a block makes indecision physical. Movement without destination, motion without commitment.
Call me cruel, call me a fool / I don't want to say goodbye
He anticipates judgment for wanting to leave but still cannot do it. The admission lives in that gap between knowing what he should do and doing nothing.
Half men, good or bad / Half words are all they have / And half lives are all they know
The verdict arrives without anger. These people exist in permanent incompleteness, unable to be fully anything, speaking in fragments they never finish.
Goodbye
One word alone after the whole song refuses to say it. Either he finally gets there or the song does it for him.
The whole song builds toward one word it refuses to say until the very end. By the time goodbye arrives, you cannot tell if it is a choice or just what happens when you run out of half measures. Either way, it lands.