About a year ago, you guys did a truly unfathomable thing. Something that completely blew my mind… You gave The Life of a Showgirl the biggest first week for an album in history. I took a trip to Sweden to celebrate with Max and Shellback, my two collaborators on this album. Really we just wanted to reflect and take in how grateful we were for the moment we were in, but there was a studio there and we did what we do when we feel anything at all: We wrote more songs. I hope you love them, because they were born out of pure gratitude for your exuberance for and celebration of the album we made. The Life of a Showgirl: The Encore including four new songs is out on Friday and available to pre-order and save now at https://t.co/bWaNOQ6OmT ❤️🔥
📸: Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott
My favorite part about writing is that first spark of an idea. It can happen at any time, for any reason. The idea for the Opalite music video crash landed into my imagination when I was doing promo for The Life of a Showgirl. I was a guest on one of my favorite shows, @TheGNShow. For those of you who aren’t familiar, it’s a UK late night show where Graham Norton (the insanely charismatic and lovable host) invites a random group of actors, entertainers, musicians, etc to be on his show and we all sit there and chat like it’s a dinner party. They even serve wine. Anyway. I remember thinking I got ridiculously lucky with the group I was paired with. Cillian Murphy, Domhnall Gleeson, Greta Lee, Jodie Turner-Smith, and @LewisCapaldi. All people whose work I’ve admired from afar. When we were all talking during the broadcast, Domhnall made a light hearted joke about wanting to be in one of my music videos. He’s Irish! He was joking! Except that in that moment during the interview, I was instantly struck with an *idea*. And so a week later he received an email script I’d written for the Opalite video, where he was playing the starring role. I had this thought that it would be wild if all of our fellow guests on the Graham Norton show that night, including Graham himself, could be a part of it too. Like a school group project but for adults and it isn’t mandatory. To my delight, everyone from the show made the effort to time travel back to the 90’s with us and help with this video. You might even recognize some friendly faces from The Eras Tour. I got to work with one of my favorite people in the world, Rodrigo Prieto, again! I had more fun than I ever imagined - Made new friends, metaphors, and fashion choices. It was an absolute thrill to create this story and these characters. Shot on film. The Opalite video is out now on Spotify & Apple Music.
https://t.co/ZOi4zNuyTD
Two months have passed, yet here I stand
Still reaching for your absent hand.
I miss you in the hush of night,
And in the day’s unguarded light.
In laughter’s echo, in every sigh,
Your shadow lingers, drifting by.
Time moves on, yet I remain,
A heart still calling out your name.
I miss you in whispers,
in spaces you left behind.
I shouldn’t, I know —
but hearts don’t follow rules.
And I wonder,
in the quiet of your nights,
do you miss me too?
I miss you, and I know I shouldn’t — but I can’t let go. No matter how much it hurts, a part of me still holds on, hoping for something that might never come back.
Part of me wishes I could forget, but the truth is, you were a part of my world, and letting go isn’t as simple as it sounds. I’m healing, slowly, but sometimes your memory lingers like a quiet ache I’ve learned to live with.
I still find myself thinking about you, even after you broke my heart. It’s strange how someone who caused so much pain can still cross my mind so effortlessly. I wonder how your days are, if you ever pause and think of me too, or if you’ve completely moved on.
Finding out that the person you loved, trusted, and gave your heart to has someone else feels like a punch to the chest you never saw coming. It’s that moment when everything suddenly makes sense — the missed calls, the excuses, the gut feeling you tried so hard to ignore.
You start questioning your worth, your memories, and every word he ever said. The pain isn’t just about betrayal, it’s about realizing you were never his only choice when he was yours all along.