Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Background Vocals
AJ Pruis
AJ Pruis
Programming
Sam Ellis
Sam Ellis
Banjo
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Cremaine Booker
Cremaine Booker
Cello
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Songwriter
Derrick Southerland
Derrick Southerland
Songwriter
Nate Cyphert
Nate Cyphert
Songwriter
AJ Pruis
AJ Pruis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Producer
AJ Pruis
AJ Pruis
Producer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We've been lying to ourselves
Acting like we're something else
How'd we get in this masquerade?
There's a secret in your eyes
It's the same one that's in mine
Aren't you tired of being this way?
Call it what you want, call it what you want
Call it what you want but it won't change a thing
Call it what you want, call it what you want
Call it what you want but at the end of the day
[Verse 2]
We're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine
We're a ride home in the dark with our fingers intertwined
You and me keep on tryna pretend
But you and me, yeah, we gotta admit
We're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor
When I see you all the time but still wanna see you more
You and me keep on tryna pretend
But you and me, we're not friends
No, we're not friends
[Verse 3]
Friends are something that we were
Before me sleeping in your shirt
But, baby, we're past that now
Friends don't do the things we do
Friends don't use the words we use, yeah
Friends could just hang out
[Verse 4]
But we're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine
We're a ride home in the dark with our fingers intertwined
You and me keep on tryna pretend
But you and me, yeah, we gotta admit
We're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor
When I see you all the time but still wanna see you more
You and me keep on tryna pretend
But you and me, whoa, we're not friends
We're not friends, no
[Verse 5]
We're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine
A ride home in the dark with our fingers intertwined
You and me keep on tryna pretend
But you and me, yeah, we got to admit
We're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor
When I see you all the time but still wanna see you more
You and me keep on tryna pretend
But you and me, whoa, we're not friends
No, we're not friends
Written by: Andrew Pruis, Derrick Southerland, Ingrid Andress, Nate Cyphert
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