People have the shortest attention span, and so I'm like, I have to say "unfuck" within
the first 7 seconds, otherwise people are gonna be like, next, who cares, what?
If I heard a song that says I wish I could unfuck you, I'd be like what is this, 'cause,
same.
I feel like this song sort of was developing over a really long period of time.
It's not necessarily about a specific moment.
It's a song about wishing you can undo loving your ex and wishing you can undo last night.
And I went through a really shitty breakup and "Undrunk" was the first song that I wrote
after the breakup.
I wrote it with my friends Amy Allen, One Love, and Kinetics.
We were taking tequila shots, naturally, as one does on a rainy Friday night, and somebody
said, "We gotta try to get a little un-drunk so we could write a song right now."
And I was like, that's the sickest word, ever.
And then we just started saying, we're like, what else could we undo?
Un-fuck, un-kiss, un-love, un-miss.
We just made a list of all the un-things that you could possibly do to an ex or somebody.
It was just sort of all of the really petty shit that I wanted to say and the crazy shit
that I wanted to say.
It was just sort of my like, "Here's the deal," sort of song.
So, I ... It's definitely very honest.
The feeling that I really wanted to capture, that I've had personally, so many times and
I'm sure somebody else has had, that feeling after the after party's over, and you're leaving
or you're walking home or you're in your cab or your Uber, or whatever, by yourself, and
there's nothing left to distract you, no like substance, alcohol, like fling or flirt or
crush or anything, and you're literally just by yourself with your drunken thoughts.
You just can't really seem to get over.
It's crazy, but like love makes you do insane things.
I was really nervous to play this for my parents, 'cause they kept asking me, they're like,
when are you gonna play us your song that's about to come out, and I'm like, oh yeah,
we'll get to it.
I'll play it for you guys at some point.
And I remember the first time I played it, we were all in the car together on our way
back home from dinner, and when that part came on, I literally started sneezing, coughing
and sneezing, and I'm just like, dinner was so good.
I don't want you to hear this right now.
It's like watching a sex scene with, like in a movie, with your parents.
Somebody always gets up to go to the bathroom, somebody makes another comment about something
else, like you don't don't want to be sharing that with your mom and dad.
I’m clumsy, I also just have really dry, ugly old man hands.
And I always just have random cuts on my hands, like kinda gross, but, it's true.
And I really just wanted it to be so visual and when we were taking a shot in the room,
like we had lime wedges, and I had a cut on my finger and it burned, and I was like, I
squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink, but like, even that hitting the cuts on my
fingers, that doesn't even burn as much as thinking about you does.
There's always things that you're gonna do that you wish you could back in time and change
and undo them.
But, it builds character.
You learn from it, you grow from it, and like, I think it's really hard to see that lesson
when you're in the thick of it.
But once you get some perspective, and are able to sort of see these a little but more
clearly, it makes a hell of a lot more sense.
I think when you break up with somebody, everybody sort of goes through like a different healing
process through it, and sometimes you end up looking for attention right after, you
know?
And you try to convince yourself that you're fine and like you wanna feel wanted.
And hot and like, so, maybe you go out and kiss a bunch of strangers.
But like, no matter what you do, they're still not that one person.
And that's like such a sad realization at the end of the night.
Seeing them with somebody else, or hearing about them being with somebody else, when
it's still really fresh.
Like that hurts.
So, my go to drunk food is always nachos.
It doesn't matter what time it is, come home, throw some Tostitos on a plate, a little shredded
cheese, pop it in the microwave, a little sour cream/salsa dipping action is where it's at.
It’s the best, nothing better.
My freshman year of college, my roommate, we just had met each other that week, we were
like going out to a party.
And I came home, like I walked into the kitchen after we got home and she was microwaving
half of an avocado with dark chocolate on top of it.
Are you okay?
Do you need help?
Like, very weird combination.
Self love is something that I really struggle with.
You can't love somebody else if you don't love yourself and you don't respect yourself.
I didn't respect myself in that situation.
Check yourself.
Am I good?
And like that answer for me was no.
My therapist is the greatest person in the entire world because she listens to all of
my bullshit and helps me feel a little less insane
I would never go back and undo the relationship, because it taught me so much about myself
that I didn't know that I needed to know.
I think it was key to, like, my growth, just as a human being.
And, if you're like living and learning and loving, and losing,
like, what are you doing?