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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emma Lov Block
Emma Lov Block
Songwriter
Jonathan Morrison
Jonathan Morrison
Songwriter
Alex Borel
Alex Borel
Songwriter
Colin Foote
Colin Foote
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Morrison
Jonathan Morrison
Producer
Alex Borel
Alex Borel
Producer
Colin Foote
Colin Foote
Producer
Asher Postman
Asher Postman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Met you
Let you buy my drink, you turned it to a weekend
Tattoos
Matchin' on our fingers, I love you forever
My God
My momma told me that you're no good for me
And I think she might be right
But I think I'd rather die than
Pretend that I'm still innocent
I'm masochistic, just a bit
I'm sick and twisted, I'm addicted
I love you to death
Tear my heart up out my chest
Kinda wish we never met
You know I love you to death
Baby, you're the worst
But I love the way it hurts
I kinda hate the way I put you first
You know I love you to death
Two weeks
Now it's gettin' dark like a hurricane in paradise
And you're mean
But I can be the bad guy anytime I want to
Good God, yeah
My momma told me that you're no good for me
And I think she might be right
But I think I'd rather die than
Pretend that I'm still innocent
I'm masochistic, just a bit
I'm sick and twisted, I'm addicted
I love you to death
Tear my heart up out my chest
Kinda wish we never met
You know I love you to death
Baby, you're the worst
But I love the way it hurts
I kinda hate the way I put you first
You know I love you to death
I can't pretend I'm innocent
I'm sick and twisted, I'm addicted
I love you to death
Tear my heart up out my chest
Kinda wish we never met
You know I love you to death
Baby, you're the worst
But I love the way it hurts
I kinda hate the way I put you first
You know I love you to death
Written by: Alex Borel, Colin Foote, Emma Lov Block, Jonathan Morrison
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