Hayley Williams’ Glum is a hushed indie-pop confession about loneliness and mid-30s drift, released August 1, 2025 and paired with an existential 35mm-shot video co-directed by Zac Farro.
Before Glum, we followed Williams through Nashville’s neon and karaoke rooms in Ego Death at a Bachelorette Party, released August 5, 2025 with a Zachary Gray–directed video that turns tourist glitter into private static; Glum brings that same unguarded gaze indoors.
Glum traces a quiet loneliness and a pull toward home, sketched in everyday scenes and a chorus that asks if anyone would notice you implode.
Hayley Williams walks into the frame with lemon hair and a face that knows the weather inside.
The house around her is mid-remodel, all plywood and promise, and the camera sits close enough to hear the drywall breathe.
Then she sings a line that lands like a blunt truth you say only to yourself: “In the wake of your sunshine I’ve never felt so glum.”
Watch the official video, co-directed by Zac Farro and AJ Gibboney, shot on Kodak 35mm.
If the 17-song Ego collection is the sandbox, Glum is the kid building a careful little city by hand.
The song’s bones are simple and sturdy. Credits are clear and hands-on: written by Hayley Williams and Daniel James, produced by James. It reads like a small, focused team working with intention.
Visually, Glum moves like a memory. Co-directed by Zac Farro and AJ Gibboney, the video is shot on Kodak 35mm, which gives the scenes a grain that feels human rather than throwback.
You watch her roam an emptied house, sit in an attic where light falls in polite rectangles, and lean into a guitar in a hallway as if sound itself might keep time from bossing her around.
The film choice matters, as it softens the colours just enough that the mood reaches you before the narrative does.
That mood is loneliness that won’t posture. Williams asks, “Do you ever feel so alone that you could implode and no one would know?”
It’s less melodrama than street-level honesty, the kind that makes you look at your phone and then put it down.
Later she drops a line that sums up the quarter-to-mid-life vertigo: “On my way to thirty seven years, I do not know if I’ll ever know.”
Together with the closing hit of “I’ve never felt so glum,” you get the shape of the feeling without a single lecture about it.
Musically, Glum rides a warm, ‘90s-leaning acoustic chassis, the kind of chord bed you could hum on a bus.
There’s a subtle vocal treatment in places, a little timbre shift that nudges the ear without turning into a filter gimmick.
Critics have noted similar pitch play elsewhere in this run; the point here is smaller and better: her voice sits a touch left of centre, like a person answering a question they can’t quite finish.
What gives the song staying power is its everyday detail. The verse where she’s “spaced out at a stoplight,” listening for a horn that’s “in tune with this song,” is a tiny film within the film.
You can see the condensation on the window, hear the car idle. It’s a writing trick she has used over the years; domestic scale to talk about cosmic noise, and it still works.
The release is also a live case study in how a star with two decades of history can move like an indie.
Fans watched the site leak and vanish, then built tracklists in comment threads and begged for streaming, then got it.
You can read the delight and the chaos in Reddit posts where people trade codes and rank favourites, where Glum becomes shorthand for the project’s quieter ache. That feedback loop is part of the art now.
And the reception is already measurable. Within hours of the premiere, her YouTube channel showed six-figure views for the official video, and third-party charts tracked it entering YouTube’s music-trending lists in multiple territories, including the UK and US.
If you want the tidy industry answer to why Glum cuts through, it’s this: the song is handmade and unguarded, the visuals are cinematic without being glossy, and the drop avoided the usual campaign treadmill.
More interesting is how it feels. Those small choices, wood floors, attic light, a camera that resists perfection touch the part of you that knows how loneliness can show up at noon in a full room.
The lyric “Think I’m made up of moonlight” isn’t florid; it’s tactile, like describing skin tone by the bulb you stood under.
Zooming back to the seventeen, Glum reads as a soft pillar for the wider experiment.
Williams has been praised for letting immediacy lead the way during this run, and this track captures the best of that impulse.
You don’t hear a strategy; you hear a person. The independence here isn’t a press line, it’s an audible quiet in the arrangement where a committee would normally add sheen.
There’s also a local truth threaded in: Paramore’s rhythm section still haunts the corners, not in sound but in confidence.
Farro’s eye behind the camera locks the frame just long enough for the lyric to land, then steps aside.
It’s a generous kind of collaboration, the kind that lets a song about being alone arrive as something shared.
Fans and editors will keep arguing about which songs should become the eventual album and in what order.
That debate misses what Glum proves in three minutes and change: whether she packages Ego as a playlist or a record, the writing is coming from the same kitchen table.
Question is, what do you hear in the quiet between “Do you ever feel so alone…” and the breath that follows it?
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Hayley Williams’ Glum Lyrics
Verse 1
In the wake of your sunshine
I’ve never felt so glum
Think I’m made up of moonlight
Don’t reach quite as far, but I still show up
Stick around for someone (Someone)
Stick around ’til dawn, I wonder
Chorus
Do you ever feel so alone
That you could implode and no one would know?
And when you look around and nobody’s home
Don’t you wanna go back to wherever we’re from?
To wherever we’re from
Verse 2
Spaced out at a stoplight
Who’s laying on their horn?
‘Cause it’s in tune with this song
Wanna put it in park and listen all day long
Hey man, roll down your window
(Window, window)
Light’s already yellow, I wonder
Chorus
Do you evеr feel so alone
That you could implode and no one would know?
And whеn you look around and nobody’s home
Don’t you wanna go back to wherever we’re from?
Wherever we’re from
Bridge
On my way to thirty-seven years
I do not know if I’ll ever know
What in the living fuck I’m doing here
Does anyone know if this is normal?
I wonder, I wonder
Chorus
Do you ever feel so alone (Feel)
That you could implode and no one would know? (No one would know)
And when you look around and nobody’s home (Nobody’s home)
Don’t you wanna go back to wherever we’re from?
Wherever we’re from
Outro
In the wake of your sunshine
I’ve never felt so glum
