From the album Nectar
This is a song about getting everything you thought you wanted and realizing it means nothing without someone to share it with. Joji uses time as both trophy and threat. Success becomes a countdown to loneliness.
Time will grab your wrist / Lock it down 'til the thing pop
Time gets personified as something violent, something that restrains you. The urgency isn't romantic, it's panic dressed up as flex.
Can you stick around for a minute 'til the ring stop? / Please, God
That plea to God hits different after all the bragging. The ring could be a phone, could be tinnitus from the noise of success, but either way he's begging for it to quiet down.
You and I, we are one in the same / Loving in pain
He's not saying they hurt each other. He's saying they both know what it feels like to love something that doesn't love you back, whether that's a person or a lifestyle.
I wish you were here with me now so I could feel some / I wish you were here to hold me down like a real one
The word 'some' does heavy work there. Not feel happy, not feel loved. Just feel anything at all.
With my hands in the ocean / I pray
After all the wristwatches and Brinks trucks, he's got his hands in the ocean. That image wipes away all the material stuff and leaves him with nothing but hope and water.
Joji made a song where every win sounds like a loss. The clocks keep ticking, the money keeps coming, and none of it fixes the thing he broke. That ocean at the end isn't redemption, it's just the only place left to put his hands.