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Unfortunately, that is not true.
It is about her poltergeist.
The house is now a chilling sight to behold.
Someone (Adele) is leaving in a hurry.
Crows screech ominously in the distance.
Outside, the wind is loud, angry.
Something does not want Adele to leave.
She answers her phone: Hi, darling, she says to someone, probably her paranormal investigator.
Im getting on the road now.
As she says this, she glances back at the house, fearful.
Did it hear her?
She tells her investigator that if she is late, go ahead and start without me, all good.
Why would she be late?
But we (those of us who have consumed theParanormal Activityfranchise) know.
Suddenly, Adeles signal drops.
Can you hear me?
she asks, visibly frightened.
The paranormal investigator cannot, in fact, hear her.
Its fine … this is basically the only way to get rid of a poltergeist.
Adele drives past a group of kooky randos having a Christmas party on the road, for some reason.
The song then switches to the imperative.
They all fly crazily out of her car window, bidden by some unseen demon.
She looks into the rearview mirror, fucking pissed.
Not this shit again.
(I now understand she is avoiding London, as it is haunted.)
Unfortunately the universe has other plans for Adele.
It is instantly clear that her new house contains the same old poltergeist.
Music pages swirl around her head.
The lyrics are clear as day: Adele has now begrudgingly accepted her poltergeist.
Perhaps, she allows herself to think, the poltergeist is the source of her artistic inspiration?
The music video shifts into color, demonstrating Adeles change of heart vis-a-vis her poltergeist.
Now she is standing, letting the papers fly all over the fucking place.
She is sorry about that.
It is now unbelievably windy inside Adeles new house.
Adele again asks the spurned poltergeist to go easy on me!!!!
She decides to go for another drive to give it a little space to process.
She spots her paranormal investigative team on the road maybe she can ask them for help with her poltergeist?
So she goes back home, billions of music pages still flying out of the car.
This will happen every time she drives now.
Go easy on me, she sings once more to her poltergeist, shaking her head ruefully.
The wind picks up again.
Adele begins to laugh maniacally.
The unholy demon is now within her.
