From the album Foreign Tongues
This is about someone who refuses to admit they got ghosted after a hookup. They keep calling it a friendship while cataloging physical obsession (smelling hair, broken porcelain, being hooked). The word 'friend' becomes a shield against the fact that the other person already closed the door.
You quoted some verse to me to show that you sparkled / I saw neurons go flash in my brain
The narrator frames attraction as an intellectual performance, watching themselves watch her sparkle. This is someone used to being the watcher, not the one who loses control.
But when the passion came / We broke the porcelain / Secrets fell soft in the night
The only concrete description of what happened is that something fragile got destroyed. The speaker avoids saying what they did wrong but picks a metaphor that admits damage.
What would it take to get back in your life? / I hate that I'm losing a friend
The question pretends not to know the answer while the insistence on 'friend' contradicts every detail about being hooked and breaking things. It's either self-protection or willful blindness.
I must have said sorry, sorry a thousand times, yeah / Am I trash on your floor?
A thousand apologies with no acknowledgment of what for. The 'trash' image finally admits how this looks from her side, but only as a rhetorical question he doesn't actually answer.
The song ends with the narrator still waiting for 'just one little line' after she vanished without goodbye. The whole track is built on pretending not to understand what silence means. It's less about getting her back than refusing to let the story be over.