She asks you to stay, then keeps stretching the ask past anything reasonable. Till the grave. Till the casket you carry. If you go, she's going too. The voice stays gentle, but the size of what she's asking is total.

Here she lets the doubt in and loves anyway. She can't change the weather and it might not last, so she stops fighting that. She just adds that if it does last, even better. The surrender comes out sounding like contentment.

The whole thing swings toward you, the one who won't keep a single compliment and keeps calling it a bit. Your mind is polluted with every reason you can't be loved. She refuses all of it flat. You're full of shit, don't be stupid, don't quit on this.

She places the love before this life even began. The same look in your eyes from somewhere she half-remembers. I love you, don't act so surprised, and the whole song folds down into the one plain thing it kept circling.