Upcoming Concerts for Joywave
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joywave
Performer
Daniel Armbruster
Vocals
Sean Donnelly
Programming
Paul Brenner
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Armbruster
Composer
Sean Donnelly
Composer
Paul Brenner
Composer
Joseph Morinelli
Composer
Benjamin Bailey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Armbruster
Producer
Sean Donnelly
Producer
Martin Cooke
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nicolas Fournier
Assistant Recording Engineer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
You could be a lawyer, you could be a doctor
You could get the dinner with the extra pound of lobster
You could make the music, you could be a painter
You're a precious snowflake with your picture in the paper
The little lies you're told, it seems like they don't love you anymore
Yeah, they're right outside your door, it's come to an end
(Don't tell me that, don't tell me that)
You could be an athlete, you could drive a sports car
You deserve the things you want, just put 'em on your points card
You could be important, you could make a difference
You deserve the finer things, you're supposed to be famous
The little lies you're told, it seems like they don't love you anymore
Yeah, they're right outside your door, it's come to an end
(Don't tell me that, don't tell me that, don't tell me that, just keep 'em away)
The little lies you're told
(They're creepin' up)
It seems like they don't love you anymore
(They're creepin' up)
Yeah, they're right outside your door
(They're creepin' up)
It's come to an end
(Don't tell me that, don't tell me that, don't tell me that, don't tell me that)
Those are lies that they told you, they don't pay the rent
Those are lies that they told you, they don't pay the rent
Those are lies that they told you, they don't pay the rent
Those are lies that they told you, they don't pay the rent
The little lies you're told, it seems like they don't love you anymore
Yeah, they're right outside your door, it's come to an end
(Don't tell me that, don't tell me that, don't tell me that, just keep 'em away)
The little lies you're told
(They're creepin' up)
It seems like they don't love you anymore
(They're creepin' up)
Yeah, they're right outside your door
(They're creepin' up)
It's come to an end
(Don't tell me that, don't tell me that, don't tell me that, don't tell me that)
Written by: Benjamin Bailey, Daniel Armbruster, Joseph Morinelli, Paul Brenner, Sean Donnelly