Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jutes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Lutes
Songwriter
Ricky Manning
Songwriter
Ori Rose
Songwriter
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
Composer
Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
Producer
Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
Producer
Lyrics
Maybe I should move closer to the beach
'Cause the valley full of our memories
I can't even go where we used to eat
Hard to call it home without all your things
Now I do what I want and I kinda hate it
And all I do is drive down the interstate
'Cause when I try to sleep I just see your face
And the plans we made
We picked a name for our daughter
Talked about her like she was here
Had a dream of me at the alter
Could have sworn I saw you there
I even almost asked your father
But last minute I got scared
I thought forever might last longer
I could have sworn we'd make it there
But now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair, (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair
I deleted your number
Wish I didn't know that shit by heart
'Cause if I get any drunker
I'll fuck it up and call you from this bar
Wanna know are you home touching someone else
Should I leave you alone, should we work things out
Now who do I tell
When I'm not doing too well?
It ain't nobody's fault, yeah, we both done wrong
And it's making it hard to move on
Now who do I call?
When I got no one at all
We picked a name for our daughter
Talked about her like she was here
Had a dream of me at the alter
Could have sworn I saw you there
I even almost asked your father
But last minute I got scared
I thought forever might last longer
I could have sworn we'd make it there
But now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
We picked a name for our daughter
Talked about her like she was here
Had a dream of me at the alter
Could have sworn I saw you there
I even almost asked your father
But last minute I got scared
I thought forever might last longer
I could have sworn we'd make it there
But now it's fucked beyond repair
Writer(s): Alex Niceforo, Keith Sorrells, Ori Dulitzki, Jordan Lutes, Ricky
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