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Stay Away From Me - Sabrina Carpenter

Love You Anyway

Sabrina Carpenter - Dream Girl

Fast As I Can

Just In Case

Giving Up

Bad At Breaking Up

Another love song?

Yeah… nope. Not here.

This track is what happens when the radio won’t stop crying, the supermarket goes la-la-la, and your streaming app thinks heartbreak is a lifestyle choice. Wrapped in chillwave haze, jangle-pop guitars, and a dub bass that rolls its eyes, this song politely—but firmly—asks all fake love anthems to lower their volume and leave the room.

No roses.
No crying moons.
No three-minute emotional subscriptions.

Instead: ticking clocks, bitter coffee, fluorescent aisles, and that sweet moment when the tape stops and silence finally tells the truth. It’s sarcastic, tired, slightly danceable, and deeply allergic to plastic feelings.

For everyone who’s ever thought:
“I’m not broken — I’m just fed up.”

Turn it down.
Turn it off.
Turn it into a groove.

Lyrics:

Another love song…
Of course it is…
Turn it down.

Morning radio, sugar in my ears
Coffee tastes like yesterday’s tears
Every voice swears it’s the real thing now
Every chorus takes a sacred vow

Doctor’s chair, ticking clock
Another heartbreak, soft as stock
Supermarket aisle, la-la-la
Discount love in stereo

La-la-la, not again
Wrapped in velvet, soaked in pretend
Every song wants my devotion
I just want no emotion

I’m fed up — with fake love songs
Three-minute hearts that last too long
To hell with sweet, to hell with “true”
I mute the world — I’m done with you

I’m fed up — yeah, that’s the sound
Turn that plastic feeling down
No more la-la, no encore
I don’t buy it anymore

Streaming apps know what I hate
Still feed me love on a silver plate
Swipe left, skip, same refrain
Different singer, same champagne pain

Every lyric begs me to feel
Like heartbreak’s part of the deal
They sell emotions, buy one get two
I didn’t order this mood

La-la-la follows me home
Like a ghost with a perfect tone
I’m not broken, I’m not cold
Just allergic to what I’m sold

I’m fed up — with fake love songs
Soft lies dressed up as strong
To hell with stars and crying moons
I want silence, not cartoons

I’m fed up — turn it off
Enough of scripted hearts on gloss
No more la-la, no disguise
I choose quiet over lies

Not every heart needs a melody
Not every kiss is destiny
If love is real, it won’t shout
It won’t beg — it waits it out

Some truths don’t rhyme
Some feelings don’t need time

Tape stop
Bass pulse
Crowd noise → silence
Whispered: enough… enough…

Fed up — fake love songs
Round and round, they drag me along
To hell with roses, rings, and pain
I dance alone in the rain

Fed up — that’s my truth
No fairytale, no auto-tune
Turn it down, let real life run
Enough with love — I’m done

Static feels honest tonight
Silence finally sounds right

Yeah…
That’s my favorite song.

Fed Up With Fake Love Songs

Fast As I Can

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