All these times I have spent listening to Exzenya, I have realized she’s an artist who translates human behavior into sound. And with “Till I’m Drunk & Confused,” she delivers one of those tracks that confesses, dissects, and ultimately understands it.
For those who already know her, Exzenya needs no introduction. For everyone else, allow us to do this properly. She is an independent artist whose music lives at the intersection of emotional intelligence and lived experience. With academic roots in psychology, communications, conflict resolution, and applied behavior analysis, she doesn’t merely write about feelings—she studies them, confronts them, and then distills them into melody. Her songs move effortlessly through pop, soul, R&B, and folk, but the unifying thread is always emotional truth. Through her independent venture, Exzenya Productions, she exemplifies modern creative independence: artist, architect, and storyteller all in one.
“Till I’m Drunk & Confused,” released on November 27, is one of her most devastatingly honest offerings to date. At first listen, the song presents itself as a heartbreak ballad soaked in alcohol and longing. But as it unfolds, it becomes something far more uncomfortable and far more powerful. This isn’t a song that romanticizes drinking; it interrogates it. “I’ll drink alcohol until I’m too drunk to call. It’s killing me. I can’t touch you at all.”
These opening lines establish the central conflict right away: alcohol as an anesthetic and accomplice. Exzenya captures the spiral of avoidance with chilling clarity—how drinking becomes a substitute for communication, accountability, and healing.
What elevates the song is its refusal to stay in victimhood. In a striking late-song turn, she dismantles her own excuses: “I blamed you for all my bad decisions. If there was a do-over. I’d choose to leave alcohol & never lose you.” This moment reframes the entire narrative. The heartbreak isn’t just about losing someone—it’s about losing oneself and then finally recognizing why. The closing realization, “The blame is not the booze’s… You’re the one thing I had to lose. To learn the truth about… me,” lands like a quiet reckoning rather than a dramatic climax. And that restraint is exactly what makes it resonate.
Exzenya’s vocal performance is masterful in its control. She doesn’t oversing pain; she inhabits it. Her tone carries a smoky vulnerability, occasionally fraying at the edges, which perfectly mirrors the emotional instability of the narrative. When she repeats, “I’m so lost, lost here without you,” it never feels redundant—it feels obsessive, the way grief actually behaves. There’s a conversational intimacy in her delivery, especially in the confessional verses, where she sounds less like a performer and more like someone finally admitting the truth out loud. This psychological realism is where her background subtly shines. Every inflection feels intentional, every breath earned.
The production wisely stays out of the way of the story. Built on a restrained, moody foundation, the instrumentation favors atmosphere over excess. Soft keys, understated rhythms, and a slow-burning arrangement create a sense of emotional suspension—like time stalling in the middle of regret.
“Till I’m Drunk & Confused” is not an easy listen, and that’s precisely its strength. It’s a song about love, loss, addiction, and accountability, told without glamour and without mercy. Exzenya doesn’t ask for sympathy; she asks for honesty from herself and from the listener. With this track, Exzenya continues to offer something deeper: songs that see you, even when you don’t want to be seen. This track reaffirms why she remains one of our favorite voices and songstresses—fearless, emotionally literate, and unapologetically human.
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