Auburn plunges us into Lomepal’s restless mind, where the thrill of “playing with fire” literally singes his eyelashes and turns them auburn. He wants nothing more than to have carefree fun “like Cyndi Lauper,” yet every spark of pleasure carries the risk of getting burned. Between witty pop-culture nods, he reveals a body that throws tantrums, a heart that trusts nobody, and a nightlife so volatile it feels like partying inside a tinderbox. The repeated line “This is the way” sounds like a shrugging mantra: this chaotic path might be dangerous, but it is the only road he knows.
Under the pyrotechnics, the song is a sharp commentary on modern fame. Gossip magazines, social-media rumors, and faceless onlookers twist a person’s life into “their vision,” turning private slip-ups into public spectacle. Lomepal warns that the world is “too dangerous for the imperfect human” and urges us to raise a glass to our accidental ugliness before the final bill arrives. In other words: enjoy the ride, protect your spark, and live for yourself—because when the spotlight blazes too hot, even the coolest lashes can catch fire.