From the album Girlfriend
This is about convincing yourself you're over something while the song itself proves you're not. Grace Ives turns the breakup post-mortem into self-mythology, rewriting herself from victim to bullet. The chorus is a mantra that only needs repeating if it's not actually true yet.
God, I really played the fool / Wound myself up to curl into you
The physical image of winding and curling makes heartbreak literal body memory. She played the fool, past tense, but the muscle memory is still present tense.
But stupid bitches can't hurt me / Yeah, I've been through the needle now, I see
The title phrase finally lands, but it's unclear if she means other people or herself. Going through the needle suggests threading pain into something sharper, more focused.
You don't have to read my mind / And honestly, it's fine / I think you're a hater
She drops the mythmaking for one second of actual honesty. Calling someone a hater is petty in the best way, proof she still cares enough to be annoyed.
Doesn't hurt me anymore
Five repetitions across the song. If you have to say it this many times, you're still working on believing it.
This is bedroom pop that doubles as self-help you don't fully buy. Grace Ives sounds like she's half-convinced herself, which is more honest than full conviction would be. The song ends still chanting the mantra because the work isn't done.