It’s over (It’s over) Lyrics – ​dacelynn | from “Nine Lives”

Dacelynn’s debut EP Nine Lives just clawed its way out yesterday—December 12 via Nettwerk—and “It’s over (It’s over)” is the haunting closer that lingers like a ghost you’re finally ready to let fade, all echoing whispers and synth sighs that make breaking free feel like a quiet revolution.

This track sneaks up on you with dacelynn’s signature blend of indie alt-pop and lo-fi electronica: sparse piano drips into glitchy builds, her layered vocals folding over themselves like a therapy tape on repeat. It’s got that raw, bedroom-recorded intimacy she’s made her calling card, but polished just enough for late-night drives—think early Billie meets a dash of Weyes Blood haze.

Thematically, it’s pure exhale: grappling with the end of something toxic, repeating “it’s over” like a mantra to convince your own heart, laced with that bittersweet relief of reclaiming your edges. Co-written in the thick of her self-reckoning sessions, it’s one of those songs born from late-night journals, no big collabs, just her and producer Harry Charles stripping it bare. Fans caught the preview snippet on YouTube back in November, and it blew up her TikToks—clips of rainy window stares syncing to the hook, turning personal wreckage into shared catharsis.

Nine Lives itself? It’s an eight-track fever dream clocking in at a breezy 25 minutes, a sonic scrapbook of shedding skins—from the fragile glow of opener “porcelain” to the snarling “dog eat dog” mid-tape bite, and gut-punches like “moat” (that fortress-of-the-mind single from September) and the confessional “russian doll.” The concept’s all about multiplicity: nine lives as nine selves, pulling from her Vancouver roots and those pandemic-fueled identity spirals, with live strings and warped samples adding texture without overwhelming the quiet. No rigid narrative, just fragments of growth—tracked in piecemeal LA bursts post her 2024 move. It’s her first full body of work after viral loosies like “Twine,” proving she’s not chasing trends; she’s mapping the mess inside.

Dacelynn—Dacey to her circle—is stepping into the light at 23, fresh off a string of festival warm-ups at SXSW Vancouver and that surprise BBC Radio 1 spin for “porcelain” last month. The self-taught producer who ditched psych studies for synths has evolved from SoundCloud whispers to Nettwerk’s bet on alt’s next wave—therapy arcs and all, turning isolation anthems into something you hum while healing. Nine Lives feels like her exhale after years of holding breath; it’s vulnerable, vital, and viciously alive.

Dive into the It’s over (It’s over) lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other Nine Lives tracks for more of dacelynn’s introspective alt-pop glow.