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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Noah Kahan
Noah Kahan
Chœurs
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Basse
Carrie Karpinen
Carrie Karpinen
Batterie
John Mailander
John Mailander
Violon folklorique
Noah Levine
Noah Levine
Guitare baryton
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Noah Kahan
Noah Kahan
Paroles/Composition
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Paroles/Composition
Carrie Karpinen
Carrie Karpinen
Paroles/Composition
Noah Levine
Noah Levine
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Noah Kahan
Noah Kahan
Production
Gabe Simon
Gabe Simon
Production
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Maddie Harmon
Maddie Harmon
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Carrie Karpinen
Carrie Karpinen
Personnel de studio
Louis Remenapp
Louis Remenapp
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I thought I had somethin' And that's the same as having somethin' I get mad at nothing, blame my dad for somethin' I pull no punches, then feel bad for months Mm Thought I was raised better, tried to fake better Tried to blame weather and escape better Hope the skin heals where the pain enters But I finally got sewed up, I set a time, then I showed up And, now, the weight of the world, it ain't so bad Mm-hmm I saw the end, and it looks just like the middle Got a paper and pen and a page with no space I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication And forgot how to cry, who am I to complain? And now the pain's different It still exists, it just escapes different And evades vision, makes the rain different Makes the news boring, and my rage distant Yes, I'm young and livin' dreams In love with being noticed and afraid of bein' seen But I can finally eat and I can fall asleep It's fine, fine, fine I finally got sewed up, I set a time, then I showed up And, now, the weight of the world ain't that bad Well, I saw the end, and it looked just like the middle Got a paper and pen and a page with no space I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication And forgot how to cry, who am I, who am I to complain? To complain Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh To complain I saw the end, it looked just like the middle I got a paper and pen, but I can't feel the pain I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication Then forgot how to cry, who am I to complain?
Writer(s): Noah Kahan, Gabe Simon, Carol Karpinen, Noah Levine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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