Dreamy synths and vulnerable vocals draw you into Nashville-based singer-songwriter Kenzie Cait’s congratulations, inviting you to bear witness to the intimate unravelling of a once-cherished romance.
Her voice, confident and unwavering, carries each syllable weighted with shattered promises and faded dreams.
But just as you’re lulled into this melancholic reverie, the upbeat track explodes into an unapologetic breakup anthem that shatters the illusion with its scorching intensity, Cait’s voice shining with emotions of liberation.
This searing pop song takes no prisoners, its razor-sharp melodies slicing through the heart like a hot knife through butter.
From the opening salvo of “You were so good at the bad and the ugly,” Cait unleashes a torrent of scathing wordplay that leaves no room for misinterpretation.
Her vocals seethe with a potent blend of defiance and vulnerability, deftly navigating the emotional minefield of a toxic relationship gone nuclear.
The production sparkles with contemporary pop craftsmanship, with electronic beats, lush synthesisers, and acoustic elements seamlessly blending into a rich tapestry that perfectly complements Cait’s vocal gymnastics.
The upbeat rhythm propels you forward, mirroring the protagonist’s resolve to break free from the shackles of a destructive romance.
Congratulations is equal parts savage takedown and empowering self-affirmation.
Kenzie Cait wields her words like precision-guided missiles, skewering her ex’s narcissism and infidelity with a biting wit that would make Shakespeare blush.
Yet, amidst the vitriol, she carves out a space for self-reflection, acknowledging her own complicity in the relationship’s demise with refreshing candour.
The pre-chorus, “Maybe I’m just not cut out for competition / With you and every girl that has a pulse,” is a moment, capturing the insidious nature of jealousy and the toxic masculinity that fuels it.
Cait’s delivery drips with a potent blend of sarcasm and pathos, laying bare the emotional toll of such a twisted dynamic.
As the chorus arrives, Kenzie Cait’s confident voice exudes self-assurance, as does her rallying cry of “I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye,” a defiant proclamation of newfound freedom and knowing what she wants.
It’s a moment of cathartic release without bitterness, a sonic step forward into a future unburdened by the shackles of a bygone relationship.
Congratulations is an electrifying embodiment of the very liberation it celebrates, a rallying cry that transcends heartbreak and one that confidently finds a space on modern heartbreak songs.
Kenzie Cait’s highly anticipated sophomore EP good luck, goodbye, arrives on July 12th.
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Kenzie Cait Congratulations Lyrics
Verse 1
You were so good at the bad and the ugly
You were the best at pretend that you love me
You paid the bill, I paid the price
You told the waitress she’s got pretty eyes
And you had the nerve to ask why I’m not hungry
Pre-Chorus
Maybe I’m just not cut out for competition
With you and every girl that has a pulse
Chorus
So, baby, congratulations
I hope you like your prize
Standing up on that podium alone for the rest of your life
I’ll be sitting for your ovation
‘Cause, boy, you’re not worth the fight (Oh-oh-oh)
And I would rather run right now than in circles ’til the day that I die
I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye
Verse 2
I was in bed waiting for you to drive home
She was a blonde, or was it brunette, from Ohio (Or Nashville or Vegas or L.A.)
I’m almost impressed
You should go pro at turning a young girl’s naive heart stone cold
You’re the man, you’re the champ at being an asshole
Chorus
So, baby, congratulations
I hope you like your prize
Standing up on that podium alone for the rest of your life
I’ll be sitting for your ovation
‘Cause, boy, you’re not worth the fight (Oh-oh-oh)
And I would rather run right now than in circles ’til the day that I die
I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye
Bridge
Maybe I’m just not cut out for competition
With you and every girl that has a pulse
Funny how to you it’s only ever about women
When all I ever wanted was you close
Chorus
So, baby, congratulations
I hope you like your prize
Standing up on that podium alone for the rest of your life
I’ll be sitting for your ovation
‘Cause, boy, you’re not worth the fight (Oh-oh-oh)
And I would rather run right now than in circles ’til the day that I die
I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye
Outro
Oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah
(I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye)
Oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah, oh-ooh-woah
(I lose, you win) Good luck, goodbye