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five years on
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five years on was released on April 3, 2026 by Old Shoes Collective as a part of the album five years on - Single
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelOld Shoes Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vis Lake
Vis Lake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Arthur Pingrey
Arthur Pingrey
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

That dinner party I barely tasted a bite
I was watching your eyes find mine all night
You weren't there alone so I played polite
Left with someone else but kept you in my sights
You invited me over come by he'll be there too
Played it cool pretended I wasn't starving for you
Too much wine loose dancing speaker died at three
He mumbled goodnight next room over fast asleep
Wasn't long til our breath had turned rough
You whispered we shouldn't then took my pants off
When you ended it with him I thought that meant me
Now its just you in my dreams wake crying at could've beens
And yeah it's insane we met three fucking times
So why five years on am I writing these pathetic rhymes?
At my farewell party you said I'll visit once you're gone
But even in that moment something in your voice felt wrong
When lockdown hit you swore the timing killed your trip
Thought the pandemmy was a good excuse
It wasn't
Instead you sent half-lit nudes from bathrooms late at night
Whispered keep this quiet your guilt out of sight
Convenient little moments you could summon when you pleased
Enough to get you off but never give me what I need
Each damn ping my heart stopped against my will I always looked
Wanting you was stupid too late you had me hooked
When you ended it with him I thought that meant me
Now its just you in my dreams wake crying at could've beens
And yeah it's insane we met three fucking times
So why five years on am I writing these pathetic rhymes?
When I tell people they laugh Well done he's fucking hot
Say it like congratulations not the trapdoor I caught
And when I hate myself enough I scroll the nudes you shot
Twist that knife each time knowing I'm not what you want
Your new boy is younger and hotter a perfect model twink
You and me was delusion stupid to even think
I fight the urge for all I'm worth but still click every post
Sick watching Saint-Tropez sunsets and champagne toasts
It makes me feel small and I'm embarrassed to confess
I hope each glossy pic is you hiding your emptiness
When you ended it with him I was stupid enough to think you meant me
Now it's just you wrecking my sleep I wake crying at what we'd never be
And yeah it's insane three fucking nights not a story worth a line
So why a half decade later am I still spelling your name in these goddamn rhymes?
It's fucking humiliating all this ache for something you'd deny
Reached out when I moved back, you ghosted me, didn't reply
I doubt I'll ever see you again, but too many days him I still meet
You say he doesn't know, you'd like to keep it discreet
But the daggers he throws, that night, I don't think he was asleep
Written by: Vis Lake
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