Wet Hair Lyrics – Audrey Hobert

Wet Hair Lyrics Meaning

[Verse 1]
She’s sitting at home, a little tipsy, listening to the wind shake the house. It makes her think of how she used to feel anxious and always checked for strange noises, but now she’s stopped caring—even leaves the door unlocked. She’s trying to be more relaxed and spontaneous, like that’s just how life goes now. There’s a hint of loneliness too—she used to feel someone’s presence in whispers, but now it’s just her talking to empty walls.

[Chorus]
She reached out without thinking it through, kind of hoping to stir things up on purpose. Maybe that’s messed up, but it felt necessary. She had to drink to feel somewhat okay, pretending like the whole situation wasn’t a big deal. Deep down, she knows it *is* a big deal, and maybe that’s the sad part. She showed up looking careless—wet hair, no effort—like nothing mattered, even though it clearly did.

[Verse 2]
She’s sitting in her car, wasting time, debating whether to go in and have another drink. She wonders if it’s rude to be at the bar before the other person even arrives. Her mind is spinning with little worries, but she brushes it off. She didn’t expect to feel this detached—no nerves, no pain, like she’s numb. Still, there’s guilt there. She admits to hurting someone, but also feels like the breakup was kind of inevitable. At least the other person picked the place—they had some control.

[Chorus]
She admits again that she called out of nowhere, maybe hoping it would shake things up. She needed a few drinks just to feel like herself, acting like the situation didn’t mean much, even though it clearly does. She showed up looking unbothered, wet hair and all, pretending she didn’t care. But that look—like nothing matters—is covering something deeper inside.

[Bridge]
She arrived at the bar with wet hair, thinking they’d already be there, but they weren’t. She stood there, feeling out of place, pretending not to care, but really full of nerves. Some random guy tried to chat, and for a second, it gave her a rush—but also felt pointless. She realizes she’s been alone the whole time, emotionally. Then suddenly, the person shows up, looking different—taller, changed. There’s a moment between them, like old feelings rushing back. They get close, but it’s complicated. Even in bed together, there’s confusion—are they reconnecting, or just reliving something that’s already broken?

[Outro]
She reflects on how she once didn’t want them, yet she’s the one who called. It’s like she acts on impulse, doing whatever she wants even when it might hurt. She keeps repeating that she called and chose this, even if it’s messy. There’s a sense of regret and ownership all tangled together—like she knows her actions have weight but isn’t fully ready to stop herself.