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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Stevens
Johnny Stevens
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnny Stevens
Johnny Stevens
Songwriter
Rich Meyer
Rich Meyer
Songwriter
Ryan Meyer
Ryan Meyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Joel Hamilton
Joel Hamilton
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why am I fucking up so bad?
What am I even doing?
When am I ever gonna learn?
What it is she already knows
[Verse 2]
Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago
But I, I had to drive away the very next day
So I flew your pretty ass to New York City
And I left you in L.A.
[Verse 3]
Was it love or my fantasy?
Was it real or just a dream?
[Verse 4]
Remember one night getting too fucked up in the Hamptons at Tom's
I fell off this bike and, girl, you laughed at me so hard
Spend a whole week getting drunk on the dunes of Cape Cod
That's when you met my father
[Verse 5]
Was it love or my fantasy?
Was it real or just a dream?
Was it love or my fantasy?
[Verse 6]
Well sometimes you get so angry and I take it personal
And I shoulda known that you were only hurting
'Cause life can be uncertain when you're only 19 years old
[Verse 7]
So there's another landmine out here in California
And I'm burying the pain into somebody else
And now you're back at home living with your mama
Got my first record sitting on your shelf
[Verse 8]
Was it love or my fantasy?
Was it real or just a dream?
Was it love or my fantasy?
Was it real?
[Verse 9]
Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago
But I, I had to drive away the next day
So I flew your pretty ass to New York City
And I left you in L.A.
Written by: Johnny Stevens
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