More songs by Sabrina Carpenter
Description
Words here are worthless - you can fill paragraphs or fill your apartment with flowers, but the effect is the same: a trash can and mild irritation. All attention is focused on actions, not promises: less “I've changed,” more specifics. The result is an anthem of fatigue from empty chatter, where sarcasm cuts sharper than scissors through wilted bouquets.
Visuals: JJ Stratford
Text animation: Nagina Lane
Lyrics and translation
Original
s verbatim what you said last week It's your seventh last chance, honey