My, my, my, my
Starting the song by emphasizing the personal pain and showing that the singer is trying to cope with a devastating situation.

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
The intense pain of separation, the slow and gradual feeling of death and something that will cause anguish and hurt over an extended period.

Flashbacks waking me up
An attempt to move past the oppressive anguish causes anxiety and insecurity and makes it harder to sustain life.

I get drunk, but it's not enough
Trying to cope with alcohol without success, showing how seriously the pain is affecting the artist.

'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
Waking up to the fact that the artist is finally moving on even though the morning doesn't bring the love they crave.

I look through the windows of this love
Looking back on the relationship with such an intense and unfortunate lens that is causing pain.

Even though we boarded them up
Trying to close the door of love, pretending that everything is good and that the separation didn't cause any pain.

Chandelier still flickering here
The energy, closeness, and memories are still floating around and causing unease and distress.

'Cause I can't pretend it's okay when it's not
Trying to move on and not think about the past, but the heart and emotions are genuine and won't let go of the intense pain that they are experiencing.

I dress to kill my time
The world is going on except the artist who is trying to replicate the same happiness the previous relationship provided.

I take the long way home
Savoring and living in the moment to avoid past memories to come up to the forefront.

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright
Questioning the world as if it were comprising of sentient beings that would comfort the artist.

They say, "I don't know"
The world is confused like the singer, and there's no one to give an answer to the intense pain and separation from someone that was so important.

And what once was ours
The relationship that was once theirs exclusively is no longer theirs, implying the separation, the split, the divorce, or the end.

Is no one's now
The relationship is not meant to be, and no one has the power to claim or demand it anymore.

I see you everywhere, the only thing we share
Moving on is hard, as past memories keep appearing around us, especially if the separation is fresh and wounds are open.

Is this small town
Living in a small town makes it difficult to escape every past memory, making it harder for the artist.

You said it was a great love
Repeating the words of the previous lover, a statement that implies great affection and love, but now it's over.

One for the ages
A love that would last and defined generations, but that's no longer the case now.

But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?
Even though the relationship ended and the story is over, the artist still can't let go and finds solace in writing, indicating that there are still loose ends and hurt that didn't go away.

My heart, my hips, my body, my love
The love was so strong that it took over the entire body, heart, and soul, and now that the love is no longer there, the artist keeps grieving.

Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch
Feeling like the person is the cause of all past happy memories and being miserable without them, trying to find a place that would not remind the artist of the previous love.

Gave up on me like I was a bad drug
Feeling abandoned, rejected, and unloved in the same way we give up on a bad habit or poison without thinking about the side effects caused by, the singer feels left behind.

Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club
Trying to carry their pain and look for some form of external closure and escape in a place that represents a new denominator.

Our songs, our films, united, we stand
All the memories that were created together, all the moments that united them, all the music and movies that they enjoyed become a ghost after separation.

Our country, guess it was a lawless land
A place where there were no rules, no regulations after separation as if they had lost everything that held them together.

Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand
The affectionate touch used to calm and soothe the fear is now only a bittersweet memory.

Paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans
Plans that seemed complete as long as the old love is still around, with the separation, it feels like they had only made plans on paper, and they never materialized.

My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust
The sense of loss and devastation that came with the separation did not only affect the artist's emotions and spirit but also their time, their love, and their beliefs.

Tryna find a part of me you didn't take up
After putting all the love, the trust, the spirit, trying to bring together the broken pieces once more and making them whole again is difficult.

Gave you so much, but it wasn't enough
The feeling of inadequacy, no matter how much was given, wasn't sufficient, highlighting the mismatch and disappointing devotion of sex and gender.

But I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts
Although the pain is too much to bear, the idea of it being just thousand cuts, explain the reason why the artist is still holding on and trying to cope.

It's death by a thousand cuts (you didn't touch)
The ongoing decay and pain of separation, and how the artist is dealing with the situation unconsciously, but things remind them of the past.

But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, no, no
Repeating the idea of not being enough and the hurt and injury from separation were so intense and burdensome that longing for the past seems a little more comfortable than trying to distance from it.

I take the long way home
When there seems no escape from the memory of separation and pain, taking the long way home to relish and revel in the moment seems a little easier.

I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright
The profound thoughts and philosophizing overshadow every aspect of the artist's life, that they ask questions even to inanimate things.

They say, "I don't know"
The world is full of unanswered questions, and seems as confused as the singer is.