Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt McAndrew
Lead Vocals
Colin Vieira
Electric Bass Guitar
Felipe Sánchez
Electric Guitar
Weston Richmond
Electric Guitar
Zack Baker
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt McAndrew
Songwriter
Colin Vieira
Songwriter
Felipe Sánchez
Songwriter
Weston Richmond
Songwriter
Jimmy Alexander
Songwriter
Zack Baker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Alexander
Producer
Lyrics
I just called to see how you're doing
Never mind, that's a lie, I've been going through it
I had a good thing, but I blew it
It wasn't her fault and she knew it
Tell me, what kind of man am I supposed to be
When the lines the razor blade made are faded?
Is there really any hope for me
If a simple conversation's complicated?
I know everything I've ever done wrong
That kind of memory won't let me move on
Though there's bound to be some things that you ain't told me
I could never be ashamed of you homie
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
Step inside, this is my confession
I let resentment turn into a deep depression
I spend the next five lines asking bad questions
How could I hit rock bottom, never learning a lesson?
Do I deserve this hurting?
If my body goes limp, would I float to the surface?
Or can I live in a world with no purpose?
How could I change when I'm still the same person?
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
Stuck in a circle, waiting to die
I won't find a way out, looking inside
Don't I deserve to make anything right?
I won't find a way out, looking inside
Stuck in a circle, waiting to die
I won't find a way out, looking inside
Don't I deserve to make anything right?
I won't find a way out, looking inside
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
I wouldn't talk to a friend the way I talk to myself
(I'm turning my life to hell)
See, the voice in my head really needs some help
(I figure I might as well)
Writer(s): Matt Mcandrew, Zachary Baker, Colin Vieira, Weston Richmond, Juan Sanchez
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