Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pat Monahan
Lead Vocals
Espen Lind
Guitar
Jimmy Stafford
Guitar
Scott Underwood
Drums
Amund Björklund
Programming
Jerry Becker
Keyboards
Hector Maldonado
Bass Guitar
Brad Magers
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pat Monahan
Songwriter
Espen Lind
Songwriter
Amund Björklund
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Espen Lind
Recording Engineer
Amund Björklund
Recording Engineer
Espionage
Producer
Butch Walker
Co-Producer
Francis Murray
Recording Engineer
Jake Sinclair
Recording Engineer
Joby J. Ford
Additional Engineer
John Sinclair
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matthew Colecchi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Winter
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark Endert
Mixing Engineer
Doug Johnson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said, "It's meant to be"
That, "It's not you, it's me"
You're leaving now for my own good
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Someday I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She'll think I'm Superman
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Oh
Oh
Oh
I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to love
But you don't want to
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Writer(s): Espen Lind, Amund Bjorklund, Pat Monahan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com