The speaker announces they are finished with a relationship, but the words don't match what they do. They cry, their face is a mess, and even as they walk away they keep trying. The leaving is real, yet so is the reluctance. Declaring "i'm done" feels less like a decision than something said in pain.
The second stanza shifts into a quieter, sadder wish. The speaker imagines that being "broken / just a little more" might finally make the other person see them and love them again. That is a troubling idea: suffering becomes a kind of offering, a way to earn back affection. The word "again" suggests the love was once there, and the speaker is still hoping for it.
The mood is raw and exhausted. The plain, lowercase wording and the blunt image of "snot on my face" make the grief feel unpolished and honest. The title, "Waiting For The Honeymoon," hints at a hope that the early, happy stage of the relationship might return.