Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Schwarzenbach
Vocals
Chris Bauermeister
Bass Guitar
Pfahler
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pfahler
Songwriter
Blake Schwarzenbach
Songwriter
Chris Bauermeister
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jawbreaker
Producer
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Jerry Finn
Mixing Engineer
Neill King
Engineer
Lyrics
Where's the furthest place from here?
It hasn't been my day
For a couple years
What's a couple more?
And if I go, don't forget
The one good thing I almost did
I learned your name without words
I used my eyes, not my hands
What's the closest you can come
To an almost total wreck
And still walk away
All limbs intact?
And when I go, you'll be there
Crying out, begging me
I won't hear, I'll just go fast
Into this night on broken legs
A near miss or a close call?
I keep a room at the hospital
I scratch my accidents into the wall
I couldn't wait to breathe your breath
I cut in line, I bled to death
I got to you, there was nothing left
What's the meanest you can be
To the one you claim to love
And still smile to your
Your new found friends?
In the same confusing breath
You pull away and draw me in
I wanted you, you wanted more
I built this life and now it's mine
A near miss or a close call?
I keep a room at the hospital
I scratch my accidents into the wall
I couldn't wait to breathe your breath
I cut in line, I bled to death
I got to you, there was nothing left
A near miss or a close call?
I keep a room at the hospital
I scratch my accidents into the wall
I couldn't wait to breathe your breath
I cut in line, I bled to death
I got to you, there was nothing left
I got to you, there was nothing left
I got to you, there was nothing left
I got to you, there was nothing left
Written by: Blake Schwarzenbach, Chris Bauermeister, Pfahler