Ruin Me Lyrics – Corbyn Besson | from “HEAD FIRST”

Corbyn Besson’s diving headlong into solo stardom with HEAD FIRST, his debut EP hitting January 16. 2026, and “Ruin Me” is the slow-burn confessional that’s got fans clutching their hearts, whispering about that one love worth the wreckage.

Teased in raw Instagram reels and TikTok clips since mid-December, this track’s pure Besson vulnerability: silky R&B croons over sparse piano swells and subtle synth haze, building to a chorus drop that feels like free-falling into obsession. It’s pop-soul with an edge—think The Weeknd’s whispery ache meets boy-band polish, self-produced with nods to his Why Don’t We days but stripped for intimacy.

Thematically, it’s a twisted romance anthem, craving the chaos of a connection that scorches everything else away: “mess it up for everyone else,” torching your heart just to feel the melt, heaven earned through hellfire nights. That pre-chorus hook—“You fit just like the missing piece, oh”—lands like a gut punch, all about surrendering to the ruin that finally makes you whole. No full verses out yet, but those preview snippets (Corbyn calling it “one of my favorite songs I’ve ever written”) hint at diary-deep regrets and defiant pleas, co-penned in late-night LA sessions post-breakup haze.

HEAD FIRST clocks six tracks of unfiltered evolution: openers like the flirty “Kiss” and “Tied Up,” a summery Jeremih collab on “Summer,” the glitchy “Blink” ft. TWICE’s TZUYU, and a hypnotic closer. It’s a tight 20-minute plunge into post-boy-band freedom—no rigid concept, just Corbyn unpacking fame’s fallout, toxic pulls, and fresh starts with live strings and trap-lite beats. Recorded between Texas home studios and Cali collabs, it’s his boldest bid yet, blending emotive hooks with producers like Trevor Muzzy for that radio-ready glow.

Besson’s at that electric pivot, 28 and wiser after Why Don’t We’s 2021 split left him soul-searching through therapy and solo singles like 2024’s “Love Me Better.” This EP lands amid sold-out acoustic tours and viral covers racking TikTok stitches—proof he’s traded group harmonies for a voice that cuts solo, raw as a fresh scar. It’s the Texas kid owning his story, one ruined heart at a time.