Billie Eilish - "Lunch" (Nadine's Version)

Chopped & screwed here. 

Chapter 2 of 10.

Even before you pressed play on her first EP, with the same finger that you pulled a trigger, Billie was screaming in all caps for you to leave her alone. She had already lived and written her own "No More Parties in LA" before she was even old enough to legally consume the substances that people consume at parties in LA: “too young to go to jail,” but not too young to be hurt and have your heart broken and maybe even lose your mind.

“Party favor” plays a subtle trick of the ear, a melody that begins life as a voicemail before it slowly transforms into a full-fledged break-up song. Billie effortlessly strums a cutesy ukulele while tearing up the heart of the man who tore up hers first, like so many bedroom girls before her, who flung their voices into the endless abyss of YouTube, because they thought no one would ever listen if they sang in public, not realizing this space where it felt like no one was watching was actually a panopticon all along.

Like the title of "Idontwannabeyouanymore," you can feel how little space she has to breathe, in between all the people—mostly men—smothering her until she feels more like a sardine or a porcelain doll or an expendable plaything than a human girl made of flesh and blood and fragile bones that break all too easily, no matter how thick her skin has had to get to survive being thrown like Tarzan into a jungle where there are not even any kindly primates to protect you, just wild beasts looking for prey.