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Verse 1
Spent chemicals, raw nerves
“And when it’s over / And the chemicals are all intact”
The track opens in the aftermath of some emotional experiment. Whatever reaction just exploded has settled, but the narrator’s devotion hangs in the air. They admit, almost sheepishly, “Nevermind how I react,” hinting at flares of anxiety or anger that don’t cancel the core feeling. It’s a confession and a plea: love me, short fuse included.
Chorus
Broken yet complete
“At the end of the day when I’m broken or beat / Here I am, complete”
This hook is the heart of the song. The speaker shows up bruised but whole because of “these sets of eyes on me.” Being witnessed—really seen—patches the cracks better than any self-help mantra. The chorus turns hardship into proof of intimacy: you’ve seen my worst, and I’m still enough.
Post-Chorus
Race called off
“The chase is over / I am done”
Four words dismantle an entire survival strategy. No more proving, performing, running. Repeating the line feels like testing a new freedom, tasting it on the tongue until it sticks.
Verse 2
Domestic disarmament
“Sit in my chair like you own the place”
The scene snaps to a shared room where uniforms—literal or emotional—come off. “Isn’t normality a treat?” nails the bliss of mundane moments after chaos. The partner catches the narrator in both “ebb tide” lows and “riding high” surges, proving the acceptance is full-spectrum. Everyday objects become trophies of trust.
Bridge
Farm-cat tenderness
“I’ll take all the grass you give me / As long as you let me stay”
A lazy feline rubbing against a window sums up the new vibe: soft, unhurried, a touch wild. The speaker trades grand gestures for simple presence. Grass, windowpane, slow breathing—rural images ground the song in tactile comfort.
Chorus (Variation)
Honey eyes heal
“Here, I have everything I need / With these honey eyes on me”
The slight lyric swap from “sets of eyes” to “honey eyes” sweetens the commitment. It’s more specific, more intimate, like moving from a crowd’s gaze to one beloved stare. Completion now tastes warm and golden.
Outro
Devon clover landing
“The chase is over, Devon clover”
Ending on a regional flower grounds the surrender in real soil. Devon clover thrives in open fields, no fences, no hurry—exactly where the speaker wants to root. The refrain echoes until it feels like home: the pursuit has ended, and rest is not just allowed, it’s inevitable.
