Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Daniel
Drums
Adam Hann
Guitar
Ross MacDonald
Bass
Matty Healy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Daniel
Songwriter
Jamie Squire
Songwriter
Matty Healy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Daniel
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Andrew Gearhart
Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Dani Perez Carasols
Assistant Engineer
Dave Gross
Engineer
Dom Shaw
Assistant Engineer
Freddy Williams
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Rooney
Assistant Engineer
Jon Gautier
Engineer
Katie May
Assistant Engineer
Laura Sisk
Engineer
Liam Hebb
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Evan Smith
Engineer
Matty Healy
Producer
Lyrics
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
I always used to bust into her hand
In my, my, my imagination
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
And my, my, my cancellations, hm, yeah
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
In my, my, my imagination
So many cringes in the heroin binges
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
Enough about me now
"You gotta talk about the people, baby"
(But that's kind of the idea)
At home, somewhere I don't like
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
Cumming to her lookalikes
I can't get the language right
Just tell me what's unladylike
I know some "Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas"
Sitting east on their communista keisters
Writing about their ejaculations
"I like my men like I like my coffee
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah
A Xanax and a Newport
"Well, I take care of my kids," she said
The worst inside of us begets
That feeling on the internet
It's like someone intended it
(Like advertising cigarettes)
A diamond in the rough begets
The diamond with a scruff you get
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
Calling his ego imagination?
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
It's kind of my daily iteration
Writer(s): Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Jamie Squire
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