Ryan Wright - Girl in the Attic

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This girl is a masterpiece
She's everyone's favorite, favorite
She's all that I'll never be
What have I created
Love it, I hate it

I can hear through the wall
She sounds different when she calls you on the phone
And I would try to make her leave
But her name is on the lease
And I hate being alone
It's cold in my head
I'm locking the door

Everyonе's a fanatic
Of the girl in the attic
Isn't she magic
Shе's cinematic
The girl in the attic
Isn't it tragic

She makes me sound batshit crazy
Makes me hate me
Why'd you love her more
Everyone's a fanatic
Of the girl in the attic, attic
She's keeping the house awake
It's making me bitter, bitter
And I'm tired of her fucking face
I broke all the mirrors
So I couldn't see her

Sometimes I think that we're the same
When she looks at you the way that I do
But I'm too insecure
To be anything like her
And I feel like I should apologize to you

Everyone's a fanatic
Of the girl in the attic
Isn't she magic
She's cinematic
The girl in the attic
Isn't it tragic

She makes me sound batshit crazy
Makes me hate me
Why'd you love her more
Kiss her, kiss me
Type it, tag me
Who do you adore
Everyone's a fanatic
Of the girl in the attic
I've fucking had it
Everyone's a fanatic
Of the girl in the attic
Isn't it tragic
Isn't it tragic

Release Date: June 26, 2024

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Virginia-based singer/songwriter/producer Ryan Wright creates songs that don’t make sense on paper — an ethereal voice singing angsty lyrics over confectionary synth-driven hooks. Her lyrics — at times profane, often tongue-in-cheek, occasionally devastating — reveal a searing wit and a sensitive heart. Her arresting voice embodies the kind of teenage heartache that is deeply personal and yet universal and timeless. Her influences range from the classic (The Cars, Roy Orbison, The Smiths) to the current (The Killers, The 1975, Lana Del Ray) to the local musicians she grew up playing with alongside her dad. Her indie dream-pop has been compared to Lorde, Lennon Stella and The Japanese House. Her undeniably relatable lyrics and dreamy production take the mundane — everything from friend drama to being ghosted by boys to dealing with anxiety — and transform it into the sublime. Wright confides, “My songs are essentially my bottled-up emotions all being poured out in a way that makes them sound surreal. I wanted to make these very relatable experiences sound unfamiliar and strange — almost like listening to a soundtrack from an alternate reality.”