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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Short
Aaron Short
Keyboards
Thomas Powers
Thomas Powers
Vocals
Alisa Xayalith
Alisa Xayalith
Vocals
Jesse Wood
Jesse Wood
Drums
David Beadle
David Beadle
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Short
Aaron Short
Songwriter
Thomas Powers
Thomas Powers
Songwriter
Alisa Xayalith
Alisa Xayalith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Short
Aaron Short
Producer
Olly Harmer
Olly Harmer
Additional Engineer
Thomas Powers
Thomas Powers
Producer
Billy Bush
Billy Bush
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

All of my dreams Tear at the seams Frayed All over the place Thought it was good Everything where it should be Around me All it depends On where it ends It ends Did you pretend? Or maybe not comprehend? Procrastination baby Are you agitated lately? "Cut it up, it's fucked", you say, it's useless Just a couple figures for the different uses Here it comes, the sum of all excuses Easier to say, the old refuses "Today today", you say, it's useless (Spread it thin, make it bend) Just a couple figures for the different uses (Help me save him, make the ends) Here comes the sum of all excuses (I got things to feed, to reimburse) Where did you think I got these bruises? (And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse) "Cut it up, its fuked", you say, it's useless (Spread it thin, make it bend) Just a couple figures for the different uses (Help me save him, make the ends) Here comes the sum of all excuses (I got things to feed, to reimburse) Where did you think I got these bruises? (And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse) "Today, today", you say, it's useless (Spread it thin, make it bend) Just a couple figures for the different uses (Help me save him, make the ends) Here comes the sum of all excuses (I got things to feed, to reimburse) Where did you think I got these bruises? (And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse) "Today, today", you say, it's useless (Spread it thin, make it bend) Just a couple figures for the different uses (Help me save him, make the ends) Here comes the sum of all excuses (I got things to feed, to reimburse) Where did you think I got these bruises? (And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse)
Writer(s): Thomas Powers, Alisa Xayalith, Aaron Short Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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