Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Posner
Mike Posner
Songwriter
Matthew Musto
Matthew Musto
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Posner
Mike Posner
Producer
blackbear
blackbear
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yeah
Alright
[Verse 2]
Had a flashback, bad perfume
Flipped you in the bed and you grabbed me so
You in the backseat of a taxi, angry at me
'Cause I didn't help you patch your wounds
Whose fault is that?
I text you, you call me back
I don't pick up, I text you back
And now the energy is gone, so the sex is wack
That's so tragic, that's so bad
I'm gon' hurt you, all you have
Achy heart, Miley's dad
You want somethin' you can't have
[Verse 3]
You want me to hold you, I'll never stay
I'm chasin' a feeling I could describe as great
If you're lookin' for me, you know where I'll be
A million miles away
Just come to the hotel, park it valet
Don't think 'bout the future, let's just be here today
'Cause this time tomorrow, you know where I'll be
A million miles away (A million miles)
[Verse 4]
Oh, yeah
All I wanna do is get this paper, spend it with my bros
All you wanna do is take vacation trips, move with my flow
All the shit you do seems very extra, girl, can you be cool?
Calm down with that mixin' up the alcohol and Xanax too
And I meet one thousand girls every time I'm on tour
I got security just to show them the door
My shit don't stink and my future incredible
I think I'm next and my team think the same and so
[Verse 5]
You want me to hold you, I'll never stay
I'm chasin' a feeling I could describe as great
If you're lookin' for me, you know where I'll be
A million miles away
Just come to the hotel, park it valet
Don't think 'bout the future, let's just be here today
'Cause this time tomorrow, you know where I'll be
A million miles away (A million miles away)
[Verse 6]
I gave you wounds and you tell me that they will never heal
I got your perfume stuck up on my fuckin' sweatshirt still
Whatever you remember, I know you'll pretend it's real
You always had that cold-ass Michigan December feel
And I do not mean that last line as a compliment
You smile and laugh, but I could tell your ass is not content
And I'll agree that this September has been very strange
I've been lookin' in my mind and see some scary things
Like that interesting moment when the love stopped
Came as sudden as the dumpin' when the drums dropped
I moved away to a city where the summer stops
You text me that your iPod still up in my glove box
That's just a play to spin me back into your web again
Your friends been puttin' stupid shit into your head again
So cue the cryin', cue the drugs, cue the masquerade
You were quittin' and I dumped you, now we're back again
I'm back in D-Town for the night, here's the scenario
I'm writin' at my hotel desk, I'm thinkin' very slow
There's a female in my bed that I barely know
I just put her in my verse, that shit is very dope
I call you on the phone and proceed to say something dumb
To see if I can feel somethin' other than fuckin' numb
You say you realize I'm the thing that you've been runnin' from
I tell you baby, join the club, that's all I've ever done
Red wine, red roses, breakup, stripper pushin' molly pills
I asked you not to call me, we both know you probably will
You cut me in places no one sees, I know your style of play
Fuck this city, I'm gon' move a million miles away
[Verse 7]
I mean at first, you're gonna pretend to forget about her
You might call her, I don't know, whatever
But then, eventually, you really will forget about her
But what if she comes back first?
See, that's the thing is somehow
They know not to come back until you really forget
Written by: Matthew Musto, Mike Posner
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