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[MP3 + LYRICS] Frances Forever – paranoia party

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Frances Forever, the project of Boston-based musician Frances Garrett, had a big TIkTok hit last year with “Space Girl.” Now they’re signed to Mom+Pop, who are releasing a new EP called Paranoia Party later this year.

Today, Frances Forever is releasing the title track from that EP, a theatrically twee number that builds up to a pounding conclusion. Here’s Garrett on the track:

I wrote the song after actually going to a party and realizing I didn’t know anyone there and I just didn’t feel like myself. It was just like strangers all around me.

That’s why [I wrote] the line ‘my minds going 50, my body’s going heavy’ – feeling like I can’t move and my mind’s racing, just a sense of anxiety surrounding that. Then you’re in a room surrounded by strangers and all the weird unfamiliar smells and disassociating a lot.

Watch a video for the song below.

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[Chorus]
Lo-fi drumbeats slowing down my heartbeat
My brain’s in pieces all over the floor
Waltzing with anxiety
Paranoia party
Let’s share our troubles softie sophomores
And this couch smells of lovin’ and dyin’ and Bud Light
Oh, and this house feels like endless sadness and good times

[Verse 1]
Everyone knows the dance I never learned how to stand
Stripped me of my spine
My body clearly isn’t mine

[Chorus]
Lo-fi drumbeats slowing down my heartbeat
My brain’s in pieces all over the floor
Waltzing with anxiety
Paranoia party
Let’s share our troubles softie sophomores
And this couch smells of lovin’ and dyin’ and Bud Light
Oh, and this house feels like endless sadness and good times

[Verse 2]
My mind’s going 50, my body’s gone heavy
Breath knocked out of me
Just keep on dancing before I can see
I don’t know anyone at this party

[Bridge]
Will you just ease my pain?
Will you just call me insane?
Pouring my wine down the drain
Promise that I’m okay
Will you just ease my pain?
Will you just call me insane?
Pouring my wine down the drain
Promise that I’m okay
And will you just ease my pain?
Will you just call me insane?
Pouring my wine down the drain
Promise that I’m okay
Will you just ease my pain?
Will you erase my brain?
My body’s all decayed
Swallowing yesterday

[Outro]
And this couch smells of lovin’ and dyin’ and Bud Light
Oh, and this house feels like endless sadness and good times

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