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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Screams
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Composer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Recording Engineer
WZRD BLD
WZRD BLD
Vocal Producer
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm lost again
Where have my friends all gone?
Been chasing stars so long
That home feels like a distant memory
Guess I can turn my woes into familiar melodies
[Verse 1]
Hey, I wanna set up shop
Reach in and grab that mop
Clean up the past, say I'm sorry
Hey, I wanna eat my fear
Fingers, they go in ears
La-la-la-liberated
Ten thousand words cling to photos of memories
Can't tell what hurts, but you know I'm the enemy
[Refrain]
Everybody sins, everybody's volatile
Everybody doubts decisions when they're vulnerable
Nobody's perfect, but everyone's searching, I'm sure
[Chorus]
Roll the windows down, let the breeze blow heavy
Turn the music loud, let the fever come alive
Gotta feel that sound when the blood pumps steady
Can't drag you down, come alive
[PostChorus]
I want you to matter to you
Forget those backstabbers
I want you to matter to you
Forget those backstabbers
[Verse 2]
They say don't get caught up in regret, learn from
Everything you've lost, let go of all you've done
[Refrain]
Everybody sins, everybody's volatile
Everybody doubts decisions when they're vulnerable
Nobody's perfect, but everyone's searching, I'm sure
[Verse 3]
Hey, I wanna set up shop
Reach in and grab that mop
Clean up the past, say I'm sorry
Hey, I wanna eat my fear
Fingers, they go in ears
La-la-la-liberated
[Chorus]
Roll the windows down, let the breeze blow heavy
Turn the music loud, let the fever come alive
Gotta feel that sound when the blood pumps steady
Can't drag you down, come alive
[PostChorus]
I want you to matter to you
Forget those backstabbers
I want you to matter to you
Forget those backstabbers
[Instrumental]
If you feel your feelings
Let the feelings heal your fucked up mind
Put your palms to the sky
And if you need some healing
Let the feelings open up your mind
Put your palms to the sky
If you feel your feelings
Let the feelings heal your fucked up mind
Put your palms to the sky
And if you need some healing
Let the feelings open up your mind
Put your palms to the sky
Written by: Dance Gavin Dance, Timothy Feerick
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