How all my delusion and taste for the toxic became a song I'm proud of 🍒
The unfiltered, true story behind my single, "Cherry Pie."
I released “Cherry Pie” in May 2024. It offers a fresh perspective on the delusional tendencies of “crush hood”, where we often cherry-pick the good and ignore the bad.
Whimsical, charming, and theatrical, it’s a tragicomedy with sprightly tempo changes to mirror the rollercoaster of infatuation. Perfect for shower belting, summer roadtrips with the girl gang, and TikTok POV's.
Now what kind of crap situation(ship) led to such a DAMN GOOD song?
I now present you, the unfiltered backstory of "Cherry Pie."
Disclaimer: I wrote this song back when I had no standards. I swear, I have them now 😅.
A long long time ago, like YEARS and YEARS ago, I was not on my best behavior. I was kinda sorta allowing myself to be strung along by a guy. Probably karma from my Box of Memories Era (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, check out my FREE ebook here).
This man was a ceramicist. A talented one too. Great hands.
Once, we made a life-sized sculpture of a jackfruit 🍈 together. We worked on it for over a month. I guarantee it’s still sitting on a shelf at his studio, cracked and lop-sided. Ahh, the perfect metaphor for our energy.
He was a nice enough guy, he just didn’t want a relationship. Meanwhile, I was drowning in delusion, stubbornly holding on because I thought one day I’d be good enough and he’d change his mind.
Sadly, I became an expert at cherry-picking the good, and ignoring all the red flags (see cringe texts above).
I went through a phrase of frustration where I wrote a song about how much he sucked (titled “Disappointing Hipster”). But somehow, it wasn’t powerful enough to knock me out of my delulu. His inconsistency was addictive - dopamine, withdrawl, dopamine, withdrawl. On and on and on.
Finally, in February, I was ready to hold up a mirror and look at myself. I sat down at the piano. I recognized my own ridiculous behavior, wounds, and naivety — the fuel to the situationship dumpster fire.
In less than one hour, I snapped out of my delusion, and there was no going back. Cherry Pie was written.
Here’s an early version of the song from my iPhone voice memos dated February 29, 2024:
A few days later, I showed him the song. He didn’t react too much. I honestly don’t know what I was expecting. It was everything I needed to let it fizzle out. And the minute I removed my energy, it did just that. No hard feelings.
I haven’t run into him in person in months, but somehow, I manage to see him almost every day. Funny enough, he is on a resort billboard, and I always pass it on my drive home, chuckling to myself. I am so happy I can reflect on that experience with lightheartedness and it’s all because of processing it through Cherry Pie.
Well folks, I hope you enjoyed this entry of goss 🫖 ☕ from the Diary of a Songwriter. If you’ve ever been in a situationship, I hope you can relate to the rollercoaster and I’d love to hear from you in the Comment Section.
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Love you like Cherry Pie🍒! Xx
