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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brendan Lukens
Guitar
Jacob Ewald
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Lukens
Songwriter
Jacob Ewald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Farmer
Producer
Ralph Nicastro
Mixing Engineer
Zakk Cervini
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She said let's start from the top
Just rid of everything
Like the notes in your pockets
The text you're always locking
And if it's all the same
Forgot all those lines
Where you mention my smile
You gotta lot of nerve
Complimenting me through chorus' and rhymes
[Verse 2]
But I know how you get
From time to time
We'll do this and that
Oh and travel the map
And maybe just for a while
I thought you were my re-do
You thought you could change my name
[Verse 3]
I could tell by the look on your face
Whenever I would say
But that's when I stopped
To listen or care
About anything other than a plan of attack
To get me back to where
You are my re-do
Or at least a pair of eyes
That would notice when I couldn't conjure words
Cause I've thought about it too long
So I'll leave the steady hands to Sean
[Verse 4]
'Cause we all know I lack
In the field of conversing correctly
Without shaking or getting queasy
Not letting my emotions get involved
And on a side note
You stole my heart like I stole your hometown lingo
With steady hands and strong (Steady hands and strong)
But now we're down to brass tacks
And we both know it
The odds are in my favor
Though you won't show it
[Verse 5]
You etched holes in my brain
Deep and like you
Always too out of reach to see clearly
You sank words into my veins
Deep and like you
Too tired to get them out
Fully
I know I'm bad with expectations
The ones too large for any moment but I
I can promise expectations grounded for this time around
Let's be the last to leave tonight
'Cause I need time to find the courage
To speak my mind
To speak my mind
Oh, hear me out
Oh, just this time
[Verse 6]
They don't think we can make this last
But we got eyes that see past these nights
And we got callused hands
But these arms aren't tired
At least not yet
[Verse 7]
They don't think we can make this last
But we got eyes that see past these nights
And we got callused hands
But these arms aren't tired
At least not yet
[Verse 8]
They just think we are young
With broken hearts
Stomping around everyday
So lets stomp around breaking
Young at heart all the way
Lets stomp around breaking
Young at heart all the way
Written by: Modern Baseball