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Laps Around A Picture Frame

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Broadside

Performer

Ollie Baxxter

Vocals

Dorian Cooke

Guitar

Niles Gibbs

Additional Vocals

Colin Schwanke

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ollie Baxxter

Composer

Dorian Cooke

Composer

Kyle Black

Composer

Niles Gibbs

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dorian Cooke

Additional Producer

Kyle Black

Producer

Niles Gibbs

Additional Producer

Alan Douches

Mastering Engineer

Colin Schwanke

Additional Producer

Pete Adams

Recording Engineer

Fabian Rubio

Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

In my head

I feel you stare

Is it my lips

Or my dark hair?

I'm used to it

Been there a few times

I don't know, are these thoughts really mine?

I can't contain these demons' hands

From pulling my mind beneath my mask

This room is growing so cold

[Verse 2]

I'm in my head

I'm hardly dressed

Say I beg for attention, you don't see my reflection

The person I am

Ain't the girl I was raised to be

I live my life

On this image that you built for me

I hate myself

I have no friends

Just a blurry reminder of being second best

This room is growing so cold

[Verse 3]

The room has grown so cold, cold

Not every treasure's made of gold, gold

What do you want from me?

I try my best to be

More than my anxiety

Not every treasure's made of gold, gold

[Verse 4]

I know that you've been there before

You've felt that, you've cried on that floor

Feeling left out

'Cause you're stressed out, baby

[Verse 5]

But I promise you've got so much more

Than loving to lose your own war

Gotta stand up

Scream no more

Gotta stand up

Scream no more

[Verse 6]

The room has grown so cold, cold

Not every treasure's made of gold, gold

What do you want from me?

I try my best to be

More than my anxiety

Not every treasure's made of gold, gold

[Verse 7]

I'm falling apart inside

Do you really care if I live or die?

Am I just walking by

Just to pass your time?

[Verse 8]

The room has grown so cold

Written by: Dorian Cooke, Kyle Black, Niles Gibbs, Oliver Baxxter Bierman, Ollie Baxxter

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