Lacy diagnoses the problem while drowning in it. He wants to escape meaningless hookups, but the obsessive way he repeats 'let me live inside your core' exposes that he's still using bodies as hiding places. The third verse tries to pivot toward something real, but the refrain refuses to change its structure, just swaps 'inside' for 'outside' like that solves anything.
Let me get inside of your core / Let me live inside of your core
The shift from 'get inside' to 'live inside' is telling. He doesn't want sex, he wants residence. That second line reveals the real need: to disappear into someone else entirely.
I want a kiss / All over my face and even my lips
The phrasing is backwards. 'Even my lips' treats the actual kiss as an afterthought to being covered everywhere else. He wants to be smothered, not intimate.
I've had enough / Tired of the meaningless, feelingless fucks / These days, in lust we trust
He's criticizing the exact thing he's been asking for the whole song. But that final line, 'in lust we trust', reads like resignation, not resolution. He knows the pattern won't break.
Let me get up out of your core / Let me live outside of your core
The structure stays identical, just flips the direction. That's the trap. He thinks wanting to leave is different from wanting to hide, but the obsessive repetition proves he's still mentally stuck in the same loop.
Lacy sees the trap clearly in verse three but can't step out of it. The refrain doesn't change its DNA when it flips from 'inside' to 'outside', it just reveals that he's still thinking about cores, still obsessing over proximity. The title delivers the punchline: trust is the wrong word for what's happening here.