Hop On Aderet’s Heartbreak Train: “7 Months” Is the Indie Pop Ballad We Can’t Stop Replaying

If you’ve ever stood on a subway platform with tears in your eyes and a playlist full of sad girl anthems, allow us to introduce your next emotional gut-punch: Aderet’s “7 Months.” Think: Taylor Swift’s Folklore phase meets a late-night train ride with nothing but your own thoughts for company. Yeah, it’s that kind of song—the one that finds you when you weren’t looking, then stays with you long after the final note.

Aderet, a 20-year-old singer-songwriter born and raised in the whirlwind that is New York City, doesn’t just write songs—she writes scenes. “7 Months” opens with the hypnotic rhythm of train tracks, an immediate immersion into a world that feels suspended between memory and motion. It’s a sonic metaphor that couldn’t be more fitting: on a train, there’s nowhere to go but forward. No distractions, no escape. Just you, your regrets, and a painfully honest soundtrack.

From the first verse, Aderet begins her emotional inventory—marking time not in days, but in months. Each one holds its own flavor of grief: denial, longing, the fantasy of rewinding everything back to when it was still “fine.” It’s not just a breakup she’s navigating; it’s the collapse of a timeline she thought she was still living in. And we feel every second of it.

There’s a quiet brilliance in the way she repurposes the sound of train tracks as percussion in the second verse. It’s the subtle shift where the haze of heartbreak gives way to something sharper, something real. You’re no longer watching a memory—you’re inside it, reliving the slow unraveling of something that once felt infinite.

What’s wild is that Aderet is only 20. She writes with the kind of emotional x-ray vision that makes you wonder if she’s actually been through lifetimes. Her voice doesn’t ask for attention—it earns it, with an ache that feels personal and poetic all at once.

And let’s talk about the vibe. Indie pop purists, rejoice. If your playlist includes Phoebe Bridgers, Gracie Abrams, or the more introspective corners of Taylor Swift’s catalog, “7 Months” is about to become your newest obsession. It’s not flashy. It’s not trying too hard. It just is—quietly devastating in the way all the best songs are.

In a city where everyone is either chasing something or trying to outrun their past, Aderet’s music offers a rare pause. “7 Months” isn’t just a song. It’s a moment—a place to sit with your feelings, even the uncomfortable ones, and finally stop pretending you’re fine.

So here’s your cue: put on your headphones, cue up “7 Months,” and take the long way home. Some heartbreaks deserve a soundtrack—and this one? It hits every note.

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