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I spent the morning cleaning for you, only to realise you were the mess. 💅 ▶️ Listen to more from the "The Sours" universe here: @SweetandSourSounds So this is what happens when I turn my vocals into a female artist. Introducing Pebels, the newest act in The Sours' AI collective. This track brings that mid-2000s ska-pop energy—jaunty pianos, bouncy basslines, and a brutal realisation about self-worth. It’s a song about realising the person standing in your kitchen with dirty trainers isn't worth the polish on the silver. Lyrics: Oh, here we go again... I spent all morning polishing the silver, didn’t I? Put the flowers in the vase, gave the windows a little wipe. I thought if I made the place look like a bloody palace You’d step inside and maybe lose a bit of that malice. But you walked in - didn’t even take your trainers off! Just stood there in the kitchen with that little... "it’s not enough" cough. And you’re looking at the walls like they’re covered in dirt When it’s just the reflection of your own stained shirt. Pre-Chorus: And it’s funny, isn't it? The way you see a stain where I see a bit of grit. But then I caught myself in the hallway glass... And I looked a bit dim. Let’s be honest? A bit of an ass. Chorus: ‘Cause the way you treat the furniture is how you see the room You think it’s just a place to hide away from all your gloom But the way I let you kick the paint and scuff up every door? Well, that’s just me admitting I don’t value what is mine no more. Not anymore! It’s not that I don’t love ya... I’ve got love coming out of my ears. But I’ve spent way too long cleaning up your spills And crying all these "I’m not good enough" tears. I looked at the floor and I looked at my feet And I realised I’m the one who invited the street... Right into my lounge. Outro: Actually, can you give me those keys back? Yeah. Thanks. Cheers then!