Ryan Wright - Noah

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I don't wanna kill you
I just want to keep you for a little while
Put you on a slow trip
Just a little poison
That would make me smile

Running out the backway
Chase you down an alley
When you're on my block
Baby I'm not violent
But you should be silent
When I'm trying to talk

Oh, Noah
Why're you so afraid of me
All I did was show up
You're the one that ghosted me
You don't even know what
I would let you do to me
Why don't you fucking grow up
What's the matter Noah, oh
Noah

Think it's hard to cut ties
With your pretty hands tied
Keep them to yourself
Screaming in the mirror
No one's gonna hear your
Stupid cries for help
I put a little tape over your mouth
And your favoritе film to chill you out
If you think it's hard to love me
Let mе tell you something
Leave me yourself

Oh, Noah
Why're you so afraid of me
All I did was show up
You're the one that ghosted me
You don't even know what
I would let you do to me
Why don't you fucking grow up
What's the matter Noah (what's the matter Noah), oh
Noah

Oh, Noah
Why're you so afraid of me
All I did was show up
You're the one that ghosted me
You don't even know what
I would let you do to me
Why don't you fucking grow up
What's the matter Noah
You're just a fucking stoner (just a fucking stoner)
What's the matter Noah (what's the matter Noah), oh
Noah

Release Date: May 30, 2023

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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.”