The speaker can't escape another person. Whether at home or out in the world, "you" turns up everywhere, and the feeling is so strong that it crowds out breathing. The speaker admits to not wanting this, yet admits helplessness too: "But what can I do?"
The second stanza reads like a list of moods and promises. The speaker might be crazy, might get lazy, must be happy, can get pretty. The short, rhyming lines feel half playful and half nervous, as if the speaker is trying on different versions of themselves to be liked. Then comes a quiet bargain: look at me, and I'll set you free.
The last stanza turns darker and more tense. "Dangerously close" slides into "Closing doors," then "Doors and distance," so the words themselves seem to shut and pull apart. The closing plea, "Give me a chance," sounds both desperate and vulnerable. The mood is anxious longing, with a hint of threat running underneath.