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Introduction
“Uneven” opens mid-argument, no context needed—the imbalance is the context. Choker writes from the frayed edge of a relationship where wanting has outpaced being wanted. The song’s title becomes mission statement: nothing here adds up, but the narrator can’t stop trying to balance the equation.
Verse 1
“I don't give a f*** 'bout your new n**** / I bet you text me… we'll see”
The speaker kicks off with performative indifference that cracks immediately. The boast—I don’t care—is followed by a gambler’s confidence that the ex will circle back. The swagger masks sleepless anxiety: pacing “all across the city,” a vivid image of someone who can’t stay still because their mind won’t.
Theme: denial as self-defense. The city becomes an arena for restless ego, hinting at how wide the narrator will roam to outrun insecurity.
Chorus
“Let me in… I’m scratching at your door like a dog”
The canine metaphor is stark and humiliating. Pride dissolves into pure instinct: open the door, give me shelter. By calling the situation “not even,” the narrator admits the power gap. Wanting equality is the motive, but the image of claws on wood shows they’ve already ceded it.
Verse 2
“I thought you didn't want kids / Why you talking babies with him?”
Jealousy sharpens into betrayal. Past conversations become evidence in an emotional courtroom. The casual “Fuck me, right? Have a nice life” is a sarcastic mic-drop that hides real hurt.
“Remember last month? Back on the beach, shaking sand out your braids / Now you got waves, everything changed”
Memory turns cinematic: grainy beach scenes, tiny details like sand in braids. The speaker contrasts then and now—braids to waves—to show how quickly intimacy rebrands itself for someone new. The line “You can still trust in us” is the last, shaky sales pitch.
Theme: time warp and revision. Yesterday’s shared future gets rewritten overnight, leaving the narrator stranded in an outdated script.
Bridge
“I needed you before you needed me… I wanted you so much, it made me weak”
The bravado collapses into confession. The narrator owns the imbalance, calling it “selfish” yet doubling down: “I'll do anything it takes.” Need transforms from romantic to almost predatory. The acknowledgment that “this ain’t fair” mirrors the song title, laying bare an emotional economy where one side always overpays.
Final Chorus
“It’s not even, that’s all I want”
By the last hook, the plea for entry echoes, but now rings exhausted rather than demanding. The phrase “that’s all I want” feels tragically small—just equilibrium, just a crack in the door. Instead of crescendo, the song loops, underscoring how cycles of longing rarely resolve neatly.
Conclusion
“Uneven” captures the bitter thrill of chasing someone who has already moved on. Choker’s narrator ricochets between cocky posturing and raw vulnerability, proving that imbalance can be both wound and addiction. The song leaves the door unopened, the scratches unanswered, and the listener sitting in that uncomfortable silence where love should have knocked back.
