Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Daniel
George Daniel
Drums
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Guitar
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Bass Guitar
Bob Reynolds
Bob Reynolds
Tenor Saxophone
John Waugh
John Waugh
Tenor Saxophone
Lemar Guillary
Lemar Guillary
Trombone
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Vocals
Rashwan Ross
Rashwan Ross
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Daniel
George Daniel
Songwriter
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Songwriter
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Songwriter
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Songwriter
John Waugh
John Waugh
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Daniel
George Daniel
Producer
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Recording Engineer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Luke Gibbs
Luke Gibbs
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Producer
Stephen Sesso
Stephen Sesso
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hello
There's a place
I've been going
There's a place I've been going
[Verse 2]
Now I'm clean
It would seem
Let's go somewhere I'll be seen
As sad as it seems
[Verse 3]
I seen Greg and he was like
"I seen your friends at the birthday party
They were kinda fucked up before it even started
They were gonna go to the Pinegrove show
But they didn't know about all the weird stuff
So they just left it" (So they just left it)
[Verse 4]
And I was wasted (I was wasted)
And cold
And minding my business
And I seen the girls and they were all like
"Do you wanna come and get fucked up?"
Listen, I got myself a missus so there can't be any kissing
"Oh, don't be a fridge! You better wise up, kid
It's all Adderall now, it doesn't make you wanna do it"
[Verse 5]
This ain't going well
I thought that I was stuck in Hell
In a boring conversation with a girl called Mel
About her friend in Cincinnati called "Matty" as well
[Verse 6]
You pulled away when I went in for the kiss
No, it wasn't a diss
You put the tap on to cover up the sound of your piss
After four years, don't you think I'm over all this?
[Verse 7]
"That's rich from a man who can't shit
In a hotel room, he's gotta share for a bit"
You make a little hobby out of going to the lobby
To get things that they don't have
[Verse 8]
Does it go through ya when I'm talking to ya?
You know that I could sue ya if we're married and you fuck up again
Impress myself with stealth and bad health
And my wealth and regressive causes
[Verse 9]
Drink your kombucha, buy an Ed Ruscha
Surely it's a print 'cause I'm not made of it
Look, the fucking state of it
I came pretty late to it
We can still be mates 'cause it's only a picture
[Outro]
All your friends
In one place
Oh, we're a scene
Whatever that means
[Outro]
I depend
On my friends
To stay clean
As sad as it seems
As sad as it seems
As sad as it seems
Written by: Adam Hann, George Daniel, Matthew Healy, Ross MacDonald
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