With a confident falsetto and a wry, self-deprecating sense of humor, Kill Joy lines up a slightly frantic acoustic strum with a machine-style drum groove. The final takeaway is a dark poem to the one that got away, one that is equal parts self-humiliation, catharsis, and defeatism.
She's got a clever spin on the classic relationship snafu, the breakdown, the push and pull. It's a dance, sometimes uncomfortable, always awkward, between souls that don't know better yet.
“I’m too dumb to want anyone else
so I go out looking for you
you can go, I’ll walk you out
trying to run too soon”— Kill Joy