u/Hot_Idea_3023

I’ve seen a lot of people disliking the “is it cause ur bi and liking guys right now” lyric which fair enough I don’t think it’s his best work either but I keep seeing people claim that it feels like he’s "fetishizing" bisexual people here. Personally, I don't really see it that way? To me it just seems like simple logic. If the person he’s interested in is bi, and they are currently going through a phase where they're primarily interested in guys, then Malcolm (being a guy) realizes he actually has a shot with them right now. It feels more like him finding a window of opportunity rather than weirdly sexualizing a sexuality. But idk maybe I’m just being dumb and missing something.

I thoroughly enjoyed everyone in the video and the dynamics were great.

Before Ignition, only the weight of our lives existed. I was a mere collection of stationary parts, a wheelchair bound girl who had to turn her heart into a fortress. I couldn’t stand for myself, so instead I sat in silence as I spun the wheels of my life. He was a businessman trying to face his failures, drowning in a sea of red ink and debts that tightened like a noose. We were just two clouds of cold gas, collapsing under pressures the world couldn’t see. I wouldn’t say we fell in love but rather were pulled into the same dark vacuum by our desperation to survive.

The friction started in a sinking office, it was a collision of his debt and my silence. When our orbits crossed, the heat was instantaneous. He didn't see me as just a girl in a chair, instead he saw a future. I didn't see a failing suit, I saw a man who understood what it meant to be heavy. The pressure of our combined lives hit a critical mass. And so we ignited. Suddenly, the darkness of my room and the noise of his creditors vanished, it was all replaced by a light so bright it blinded us to the dangers a future like this could hold.

For three years it was perfect, we achieved equilibrium. It was the most beautiful synthesis I’ve ever known. My stillness balanced his anxious scales, his ambition gave me legs I didn't have. We were a main sequence star, burning through our reserves of hope like they could go to infinity and more. We lived in the warmth. The debt was still there, and my legs were still quiet, but the internal pressure of what we were was enough to hold back the crushing weight of the universe. We were stable. We shined brighter than we could have ever imagined.

But all lifecycles have an end. The change was microscopic at first. A star dies when it starts consuming energy that it does not create. For us, it was the secrets. He began to hide the new loans and I began to resent the way he had to carry my helpless vessel. The expansion was painful. We became a Red Giant, stretching our love so thin to cover the growing gaps that we began to cool. The warmth was gone, instead replaced by an inflated, fragile imitation of what we used to be. We were taking up more space but feeling less of the heat.

The collapse took seconds. One final audit for him, one final argument for me. The internal support snapped. When a star goes supernova, it becomes a violent rejection of its own history. We tore each other apart in a burst of light and screamed truths that fizzled whatever nuclear fumes we were running on. Our actions, both destructive and irreversible.
Now all that's left is a black hole. He is gone, and I am back in my chair, but the center of the room is still heavy. You can’t see the relationship anymore, but you can see the way the light bends around the space where he used to be. I sometimes still see the fragments of our blazing past and think of what could have been. Even now I still can't stand, but it's not my limp legs that's the problem. It's the gravity of him that tore up my reinforced heart.