The title is a diagnosis, and the harmony agrees: the song opens and closes on the same two pitches, warm coral (C) and spring green (A), co-dominant and never settled. The verses travel everywhere; the ring edges stay smooth, motion narrated from total stillness. The first 43 seconds carry no percussion at all. Then, past the nine-tenths mark, the edges finally shake and the white vocal thread nearly doubles. Believing it is harder than saying it.