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About lonely afterparties
Introducing “Lonely Afterparties”: Jazzygold’s latest single dives into the post-night out experience, resonating with those who crave the continuation of the high but find themselves stuck in lackluster afterparties. This track serves as a perfect companion, offering comfort and empathy to those nursing hangovers and feeling left out, providing a soundtrack that understands and soothes during those moments of self-pity. Jazzygold invites listeners to embrace vulnerability and find solace in the relatable journey depicted in “Lonely Afterparties,” where the longing for a never-ending night meets the reality of the morning after.
Released on the following formats
Digitally on all major platforms (Spotify, Apple Music, etc.). You can check it out on with this link: https://bfan.link/lonely-afterparties
lonely afterparties
Words: Jasmin Mote, Daniel Hedberg, Ida Rehnberg
Music: Jasmin Mote, Daniel Hedberg, Ida Rehnberg
didn’t want the night to end couldn’t help it
don’t wanna seem uninterested, so i’m faking
talking to somebody that I don’t even know
i should have gone home with my friends from before but
now i’m just stuck here, how did i end up here
a girl with green jeans is shouting in my left ear
trying to act sincere, drinking her last beer
don’t wanna seem uninterested, so i’m still here
seems unlikely
but i might get lucky
every lonely afterparty
soaked in music and bacardi
ends up with me feeling sorry for myself
by every drink it’s getting worse
I’m hungry and I’ve lost my purse
it always ends with feeling sorry for myself
i catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror
i’ve never ever seen myself any clearer
got some missed calls, don’t know who that was
here we go again with the very last straws
this time I’ll be
not so naiv
seems unlikely
but i might get lucky
every lonely afterparty
soaked in music and bacardi
ends up with me feeling sorry for myself
by every drink it’s getting worse
I’m hungry and I’ve lost my purse
it always ends with feeling sorry for myself
Every lonely afterparty
Soaked in music and bacardi
By every drink it’s getting worse
I’m hungry and i’ve lost my purse
Where are my friends
i need to make amends
admit to my mistakes
so i don’t get replaced
Every lonely afterparty
I always end up feeling sorry for myself
Every lonely afterparty
I always end up feeling sorry for myself
