Candysteel Sovereign

{bright staccato

guitar lick hook countdown to new reality} {crisp snare-driven pop-punk drums enter}

Got the news, the "exhausting" lie

Tone is the weapon,

the way that you say goodbye

MIA, running free, playing the same tired games But I know the

memory, I know the weight of the names While you’re repressing the

truth in someone else's clothes I’m dealing with the heart,

the only thing that grows {cynical observational vocal delivery with punk edge}

I’m the best thing that almost happened to you Obsessed?

Maybe a mess, but the optics are true One day,

you’ll wake up, and see the mistake Oh,

shit, you lost the breakup,

the path that you take Greatest love that you wasted,

far away now

The victory is silent,

the victory is how

{anthemic infectious layered harmony} {ethereal piercing vocal layers} Country and Western,

two types of ghosts

Dancing in the dust,

while you’re making the toasts I’m falling apart,

but the architecture is sound

Building the future on this hollowed-out ground

Walking into the bar,

the underground light

Seeing your face, and the signal’s alright {rhythmic dismissive conversational vocal with

punk bite} {pulsing beat only,

music

drops}

"Wow, hey, it’s been forever."

"Do you want a drink?"

"I'm kinda busy, stay in touch?"

Oh, shit.

I won the breakup.

{close-mic whispered vocal then dry powerful delivery} The greatest love you wasted.

100% Tiguidou.

The win is the baseline.

{raw intimate 2am bedroom vibe} {triumphant resolved

delivery} {final confident

laugh} {cocktail shaker sound}