Meaning: The specific, quiet failure of not knowing how to ask for help out loud — going silent right when you most need someone to notice, then reframing that silence at the end as still broadcasting, whether or not anyone's tuned in.
Technical: Radio/broadcast metaphor sustained end to end — steady, understated mid-tempo alt-rock production that leans into space and static rather than filling every bar, letting the "signal" imagery do the work instead of the arrangement.
Read: A close cousin of My Spoons and Background Extra in its commitment to one closed metaphor, but the emotional turn is its own: "some things never come through on any frequency at all, they only arrive as silence, and somehow you're meant to hear it" is a genuinely precise description of how withdrawal actually reads to the people around you. The final chorus resolves the metaphor cleanly — "I'm not lost, I found my own frequency, being unheard was never the same as being gone" — without over-explaining it, which is the mark of the metaphor songs done well here.