With “Knots,” McMillin delivers a sleek, emotionally-charged track that’s as sonically polished as it is lyrically compelling. At once breezy and anxious, romantic and self-aware, the song captures the inner monologue of someone verging on the edge of heated connection — caught between the impulse to charm and the fear of being fully seen.

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With lyrics like, “These nerves are a noose wrapped around my heart / and the words meant for you, love, they tie me in knots” — the track distills the tension of vulnerability into something disarmingly catchy. The result is a soundscape that glows with glossy synths, biting electric guitar riffs, pulsing rhythm, and just enough lyrical bite to keep it sensual yet grounded.

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There’s a casual swagger to the delivery, but what lingers is the quiet confession underneath: this is a song about the masks we wear and the moment we consider taking them off. “Won’t you come and collect my thoughts?” is less of a pick-up line and more of a surrender — the kind that turns over control without giving up self-respect.

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Stylistically, McMillin continues to blur genre lines with ease. The production leans into indie-pop smoothness while folding in textures that feel equal parts alt-funk and late-night confession rock. But it’s the songwriting that elevates it: clever without being coy, honest without being overwrought.

“Knots” is a reminder that emotional complexity doesn’t have to sound heavy. Sometimes it sounds like a slow spin on a sticky dance floor, hoping someone’s reading the same signals — tangled up in the sheets after you let down your walls the next morning. McMillin makes music for the moment just before you speak — and the courage it takes to say what you mean.