Constantly Nowhere Lyrics – Poppy | from “Empty Hands”

Poppy’s peeling back the glitter to reveal the grit beneath on Empty Hands, her seventh studio plunge dropping January 23, 2026, through Sumerian Records, and “Constantly Nowhere” drifts in like a fogged-up rearview, that nagging pull of almost-there but forever adrift.

This snippet—teased as track four via her Instagram just before “Unravel” hit—feels like Poppy’s diary page torn loose: ethereal synth washes and her signature breathy croon layering over subtle industrial pulses, courtesy of Bring Me The Horizon’s Jordan Fish on production. It’s alt-pop laced with metal’s undercurrent, those “every call was close” lines unraveling into a meditation on perpetual limbo—the weight of shoulders bowed under unseen loads, the tease of more to discover in the haze. No bombast here; it’s intimate electronica with a surreal twist, nodding to her bubblegum-metal mash-ups but leaning harder into vulnerability, like a glitchy confessional booth where escape feels just out of reach. Fans clocked the post last month, stitching it into TikToks that turned the hook into a mantra for those midnight scroll blues.

Empty Hands itself? A 13-track fever dream of eclectic edges—industrial snarls meeting pop hooks, surrealist callbacks to her YouTube origins woven with fresh fury. Kicking off with “Public Domain” and “Bruised Sky” (out since November), it rolls through “Guardian,” “Unravel,” “Dying To Forget,” “Eat The Hate,” “The Wait,” “If We’re Following The Light,” “Blink,” “Ribs,” and the title closer. No rigid blueprint, just Poppy chasing catharsis: themes of fractured connections, defiant rebirths, and that hollow ache of starting over empty. Fish’s touch amps the cinematic scope—think warped guitars bleeding into vocal loops—while co-writes with Julian Gargiulo keep it personal. It’s her boldest pivot yet post-2024’s Negative Spaces, ditching the gloss for rawer terrain that screams arena-ready anthems.

She’s at a crossroads blaze right now, 30 and fearless after that sold-out Zodiac tour warped venues from LA to London into her playground. The ex-Topanga teen who morphed from AI doll to nu-metal siren is shedding skins again—less about shock, more about the scars that shape the shine—proving she’s not just surviving reinvention; she’s scripting it, one haunting echo at a time.

Dive into the Constantly Nowhere lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Empty Hands tracks for more of Poppy’s surreal industrial pop vibes.