Bad Luck
Elle Driver Lyrics
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Verse 1
So fond of love songs, baby
Maybe it is time now for the real one (real one)
No more romantic stories, no more those filthy clichés.
Now I’m done. (You hear me baby? Now I’m done)
I used to see you in my dreams (before)
It makes me sick and I don’t need care now
(oh, god, oh god, not anymore)
Those empty pictures on the wall
Pretend you’ve never taken 'em for truth at all
(Pretend you’ve never taken me for real at all)
Chorus
I spit these words all outta me, while
his balls Are by your face and no way back
I hate it all, but you go to hell, you re my nightmare, slut, my bad luck.
Verse 2
So fond of hate songs, baby
This story’s gonna end so bad for you
I love to piss drunk on your car
While he fucks you on the washing machine.
Just thinking of the words you said
It seems to me I’m deadly broken
(Of all that senseless words you said)
With all those pieces of my heart
With all those questions left unspoken
Elle Driver's song "Bad Luck" expresses a shift in perspective from the usual love songs to a darker, more raw and real narrative. In the first verse, the lyrics convey a sense of disappointment and disillusionment with romantic stories and clichés. The singer has reached a breaking point and declares that they are done with these empty portrayals of love. The repetition of "Now I'm done" emphasizes their finality and determination.
The pre-chorus delves into the singer's past dreams and reveals their current state of emotional detachment. They used to envision the subject of the song in their dreams, but now that notion makes them feel sick. They no longer care and have grown tired of empty pictures and false representations of truth. The use of repetition in this section emphasizes the singer's desire to escape from the illusions they once held onto.
The chorus brings forth intense emotions and resentment towards the subject. The singer symbolically spits out their words, expressing their anger and frustration. They mention a situation where the subject's actions are disrespectful and degrading, as someone else's genitals are near their face. The line "you're my nightmare, slut, my bad luck" reveals their deep resentment towards the subject, associating them with negative and unfortunate circumstances.
The second verse continues the theme of hatred, further emphasizing the singer's desire for revenge and a tragic ending for the subject. The singer revels in the idea of causing harm, such as urinating on the subject's car while they engage in a sexual act with someone else on a washing machine. The words the subject said in the past linger in the singer's mind, causing emotional pain and a sense of being shattered. The final lines highlight the unanswered questions and the pieces of the singer's heart left broken and unresolved.
Overall, "Bad Luck" by Elle Driver presents a narrative of disappointment, anger, and a desire for revenge. The lyrics depict a shift away from traditional love songs and towards a more visceral and raw depiction of emotions and experiences.
Line by Line Meaning
So fond of love songs, baby
I used to enjoy romantic songs about love, but now it's time for something more real.
Maybe it is time now for the real one (real one)
Perhaps it's time to experience a genuine love instead of fantastical stories.
No more romantic stories, no more those filthy clichés.
I am tired of hearing the same old clichéd romantic tales.
Now I’m done. (You hear me baby? Now I’m done)
I have reached my limit and I want you to understand that I am finished.
I used to see you in my dreams (before)
I used to dream about you and it used to make me happy.
It makes me sick and I don’t need care now (oh, god, oh god, not anymore)
Now it disgusts me and I don't want to feel any attachment or concern.
Those empty pictures on the wall
Those framed photos on the wall hold no significance or truth anymore.
Pretend you’ve never taken 'em for truth at all
Forget that you ever believed those pictures were a reflection of reality.
I spit these words all outta me, while
his balls Are by your face and no way back
I am expressing my anger and frustration at you, even as you engage in sexual acts with someone else.
I hate it all, but you go to hell, you re my nightmare, slut, my bad luck.
I despise everything about this situation, and I confide in you as my worst nightmare and a symbol of misfortune.
So fond of hate songs, baby
Now I have a liking for songs that convey hate and bitterness.
This story’s gonna end so bad for you
The narrative of our relationship will have a devastating outcome for you.
I love to piss drunk on your car
I take pleasure in drunkenly urinating on your car as an act of revenge.
While he fucks you on the washing machine.
Meanwhile, another person is engaging in sexual activity with you on a washing machine.
Just thinking of the words you said
Recalling the hurtful words you spoke to me
It seems to me I’m deadly broken
It feels as if I am completely shattered and irreparably damaged
With all those pieces of my heart
With each fragment of my heart that has been broken
With all those questions left unspoken
With all the unanswered questions that remain unaddressed
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