The Hit

The track is like the habit of checking your phone, knowing that there's nothing good there again. And still - swipe, PIN code, heart in your throat. Because sometimes love isn't about butterflies in your stomach, but about a bruise in the very place where they used to be.

Here, everything sounds as if it's coming through the smoke of yesterday's drama and the unfinished ‘we'll talk later.’ Note after note is like stepping on cracks that can't be repaired. It seems as if feelings have long since worn out, but for some reason, that's what keeps you going. Because familiar pain is also a connection.

The chorus cuts like a truth that no one has said, but everyone already understands. And yes, maybe this is the very ‘downfall,’ but how beautiful it is to drown in it to this beat.