chip taylor covering "on the radio" in a key i could get behind

(Because it's now stuck in my head)

"This is how it works"

I go back and forth between
The stillness of over-ness
And knowing that you've seen
I cannot figure out
How to keep it there
That river underworld
Living on recycled air

"This is how it works"

Avoid me 'til you can't
Or avoid me the whole time
Is that what happened a year ago?
I don't remember the details of what you told me
when you were consoling me the weekend after my own,
but it sounded like there was a communication standstill.
Is that what's happening here?
What the hell? I've lost whatever non-sensical peppy rhythm that thinking of this song gave me and now I'm just ranting while it plays in the background.

"No, this is how it works"

Whatever you're doing, just talk to me when you're ready. But you have to talk to me, okay?
Don't fucking leave me in the dust. Don't occupy the hall of fame in me, trust me, it's not an honor.
I can only think of her so much--she's unreadable and she's off-limits in every way.
Just tell me--
I've been over it and then back underwater a few times since Saturday and if I sink to the riverbed I will never come back up.
I am busy, but I can make time for you.

"And even if it does,
You'll just do it all again."

I was so happy three months ago.
What the hell happened?