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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maisie Peters
Maisie Peters
Vocals
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Programming
Frances
Frances
Piano
Sam Tsang
Sam Tsang
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maisie Peters
Maisie Peters
Songwriter
Sophie Frances Cooke
Sophie Frances Cooke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
plantboy
plantboy
Producer
Frances
Frances
Producer
Sam Tsang
Sam Tsang
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So you're calling me drunk, and you're outside a club
And you're lonely in SoHo
And you hate everyone, and you wish I was there
It's no fun going solo
Now you wanna be friends, always sad on weekends
And I was your pick-me-up
And I would say, "Pick me up"
But not anymore
[Verse 2]
Who gave it all, and held you up
When nobody else gave a fuck?
Who bailed you out?
That was all me
Who was your biggest fan and oldest friend?
Your steady hand you traded in
But still stuck around
Well that was all me
[Verse 3]
But this is on you
It's your bed, babe, it's your funeral
This is on you
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all
Did all I could do
And you need me now but I'm clocking out
So this is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
This is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 4]
And I get that you're hurt, having issues at work
Always fight with your father
But for years I was there, had your back, it's not fair
How you took me for granted
I went down with the ship, always your therapist
Always your good luck charm
Hanging on to your arm
But not anymore
[Verse 5]
Who gave it all, and held you up
When nobody else gave a fuck?
Who bailed you out?
That was all me
Who was your biggest fan, and oldest friend?
Your steady hand you traded in
But still stuck around
Well, that was all me
[Verse 6]
But this is on you
It's your bed, babe, it's your funeral
This is on you
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all
Did all I could do
And you need me now but I'm clocking out
So this is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
This is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 7]
Who gave it all, and held you up
When nobody else gave a fuck?
Who bailed you out?
That was all me, yeah
Who was your biggest fan and oldest friend?
Your steady hand you traded in
Still stuck around
That was all me
[Verse 8]
But this is on you
It's your bed, babe, it's your funeral
This is on you
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all
Did all I could do
You need me now but I'm clocking out
So this is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
This is on you
But this is on you
It's your bed, babe, it's your funeral
This is on you
Did my best, babe, and you threw it all (You threw it all)
Did all I could do
And you need me now but I'm clocking out
So this is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
This is on you (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Written by: Maisie Peters, Sophie Frances Cooke
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