More songs by Sabrina Carpenter
Description
Alcohol as a quick messenger: a couple of sips, and your fingers are already reaching for your contacts, where every name seems like a chance at salvation. There's John, Larry, and even the one whose name rhymes with “villain.” The drunken math of phone calls is always simple: the stronger the longing, the shorter the list of rules. The result is a cocktail of self-irony, a broken heart, and a ringing “ba-da-da” that sounds more convincing than any confession.
Visuals: JJ Stratford
Text animation: Nagina Lane
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sipping on my go go juice, I can't be blamed (oh-oh) Some good old-fashioned fun sure numbs the