The Fiction Of You (Single Release)

(written by Lisa Parks)

It’s out. 🎸🔥 “The Fiction of You” is the first single from our upcoming album, Experience.

And no, this one does not knock politely. This one cuts the wallpaper open.

It’s about performance. Not stage performance, the other kind. The kind where someone rehearses affection, calls it love, and waits for you to keep editing yourself until the story finally makes sense. Except it never does.

I wrote most of this while I was still inside it. Not after the beautiful healing montage. Not after clarity arrived neatly packaged and easy to explain. I was still tangled in it, still explaining things away, still trying to make a person match the version of them I had built in my head because that version hurt less.

That’s the ugly little trick, isn’t it? Sometimes you are not heartbroken because someone left. You are heartbroken because you finally understand what you stayed for.

This song came from that place. The quiet erosion. The careful confusion. The kind of damage that does not leave bruises, just questions. The kind that teaches you to doubt your instincts, your memory, your voice, your anger, and eventually your own reflection.

Writing it felt like standing in front of a mirror and watching the crack finally appear. Not a dramatic shatter. Just one clean fracture, enough to show the truth underneath. And once you see it, you cannot unsee it.

Vocally, this song is brutal. It makes me hold everything in place for too long: too measured, too controlled, too calm for what is actually happening underneath. Then the whole thing finally breaks open, because that is what clarity does when you have been swallowing it for too long.

It does not arrive gently. It arrives at full volume.

RED FLAGS DON’T WAVE WHEN THEY’RE WRAPPED AROUND YOU!! 🔥

That line is not decoration. That line is the thesis statement with teeth.

This is not a heartbreak song in the usual sense. It is about emotional erosion. About loving someone who exists more in your hope than in reality. About realizing the fiction only survives because you keep bleeding into the margins.

And then, finally, you stop.

So if you hear yourself in this song, really hear yourself, I want you to know something: what you felt was real. What happened to you matters. And leaving the fiction does not make you cruel.

It means you are choosing the truth before the story buries you.

This song is for anyone who has ever had to claw their way back to their own voice.

Turn it up. Let it crack something open.

— Lisa ❤️🔥