Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P!nk
P!nk
Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Drums
Victoria Parker
Victoria Parker
Violin
Evan Smith
Evan Smith
Saxophone
Phillip Andrew Peterson
Phillip Andrew Peterson
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Alecia Moore
Alecia Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Laura Sisk
Laura Sisk
Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
P!nk
P!nk
Executive Producer
Roger Davies
Roger Davies
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We were on fire, I slashed your tires
It's like we burn so bright, we burn out
I made you chase me, I wasn't that friendly
Oh, my love, my drug, we're fucked up, oh
[PreChorus]
'Cause I've been on the run so long, they can't find me
You're waking up to remember I'm pretty
And when the chemicals leave my body
Yeah, they're gonna find me in a hotel lobby
'Cause, mmm, tough times, they keep coming
All night laughing and fucking
Some days like I'm barely breathing
After we were high and the love dope died, it was you
[Chorus]
The pill I keep taking, the nightmare I wake in
There's nothing, no, nothing, nothing but you
My perfect rock-bottom, my beautiful trauma
My love, my love, my drug, oh
[Chorus]
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh
My love, my love, my drug, we're fucked up
[Verse 2]
You punched a hole in the wall and I framed it
I wish I could feel things like you
Everyone's chasing that holy feeling
And if we don't stay lit, we'll blow out, blow out
[PreChorus]
'Cause we've been on the run so long, they can't find us
Who's gonna have to die to remind us
That it feels like we chose this blindly?
Now, I'm gonna fuck up a hotel lobby
'Cause these tough times, they keep coming
Last night, I might have messed it up again
Some days like I'm barely breathing
After we were high and the love dope died, it was you
[Chorus]
The pill I keep taking, the nightmare I wake in
There's nothing, no, nothing, nothing but you
My perfect rock-bottom, my beautiful trauma
My love, my love, my drug, oh
[Chorus]
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh
My love, my love, my drug, we're fucked up
[Bridge]
Mmm, tough times, they keep coming
All night laughing and fucking
Some days like I'm barely breathing
After we were high and the love doped out, it was you
[Chorus]
The pill I keep taking, the nightmare I wake in
There's nothing, no, nothing, nothing but you
My perfect rock-bottom, my beautiful trauma
My love, my love, my drug, oh
Written by: Jack Antonoff, Alecia B. Moore
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