Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Briston Maroney
Vocals
Jack Filipovic
Bass
Noah Pope
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Briston Maroney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tone Def
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I hate to say it, but I think I'm getting too old
For conversations that my mind won't even let me hold
Your attention isn't worth my weight in fool's gold
Wanna let go, can I let go?
Started talking and you couldn't look in my eyes
Told me stories 'bout you drinking on the 4th of July
Every little truth, it turned into a big lie
Why do I try? Why do I try?
[Verse 2]
If I hold my breath till I fall asleep
Will it be there when I wake?
[Verse 3]
Maybe, we can take some time
Move out west where we can do this right
Broken clock still keeps the time
Who says I've got to stay in a line?
I'm so sick of these city lights
Everything here's black and white
I don't know where I went wrong
But I surely did tonight
[Verse 4]
It just me, or is this music playing too loud?
All the kids dressed in black really getting me down
Mother warned about hanging with the wrong crowd
Gotta get out, gotta get out
Don't give a fuck if you intended to ignore me
Wish that I could close my eyes and just go back to sleep
That's your best friend and she's passed out in the backseat
She needs you more than me
[Verse 5]
If I fall asleep with my hands held tight
They'd be there when I wake
[Verse 6]
Maybe, we can take some time
Move out west where we can do this right
Broken clock still keeps the time
Who says I've got to stay in a line?
I'm so sick of these city lights
Everything here's black and white
And she's calling me to bed
But I will not sleep tonight
[Verse 7]
I have a tendency to overthink in my head
Let's just listen to some music and go back to bed
Probably didn't hear a single word that I said
Just forget it until the morn
Written by: Briston Maroney