Close To You isn’t a love song. It’s a longing song. A hymn for the gloriously self-destructive romantics. It’s for the people who keep their ex’s hoodie in a drawer. For the people who reread old texts like ancient scrolls.
Gracie hands us our bad decisions on a silver platter and says, “Here, sing along. You’re not alone in the insanity.” It’s comforting, in a weird, sad-girl way.
So keep it on repeat. Cry in the car if you need to. Just remember: you’re not broken. You’re just human. And Gracie Abrams wrote the perfect soundtrack for that particular flavor of mess. Now, pass me the sugar. I need an emotional pick-me-up.
