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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Bowen
Programming
Matt Halpern
Drums
Mark Holcomb
Electric Guitar
Misha Mansoor
Programming
Spencer Sotelo
Lead Vocals
Adam Getgood
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Bowen
Songwriter
Matt Halpern
Songwriter
Mark Holcomb
Songwriter
Misha Mansoor
Songwriter
Spencer Sotelo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Periphery
Producer
Sebastian Sendon
Editing Engineer
Mike Kalajian
Mastering Engineer
Adam Getgood
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Don't look down below
We'd rather stay
We'd rather stay
In a moment and pacified than see
That's how we do it
Don't say it's nothing more than a love like that
Gotta chase somebody
Isn't it funny how much better we seem to get along
When we're face-down in a place where we belong?
Where do we belong?
Where do we belong?
Pieces, falling pieces, falling pieces, I can feel 'em
Every time I close my eyes, I can feel 'em in my brain
Pieces, falling pieces, falling pieces, I can feel 'em
Every time I close my eyes, I can feel 'em fucking my mind
Doesn't have to be a reason
What's the point of taking bits and pieces away, away, oh, from my high?
You can blame it on the seasons or a lack of serotonin, constant needing
Don't look down below
We'd rather stay
We'd rather stay
In a moment and pacified than bleed
For eternity
Don't say it's nothing more than a love like that
Chase that fucking money
Isn't it funny how much better we seem to get off
When we're locked in with a superficial hole?
Where do we belong?
Where do we belong?
Now everybody sings the same old sad song
Where have we gone wrong?
There's broken bodies in the distance
Right now, broken brains are amidst us forever
Where do we belong?
Where have we gone wrong?
A lack of body, just caught in the middle
Some say fuck it when they're stuck in the middle
Some say fuck it when they're bleeding a little bit
And can't find the rhythm to get out of it
Get me fucking out of this mess
A lack of anybody
Just caught in the middle
The soul is sold
A lack of anybody
Just caught in the middle
The soul is sold
Some, they pay, some, they want it
We're caught in the middle
But the-the soul is so empty
Paid in full
Tear the hole, tear the hole inside your soul
Inside your soul
Empty
There's broken bodies in the distance
But right now, broken brains are amidst us
And you should all just surrender
A lack of body, just caught in the middle
A lack of body, just caught in the middle
Some say fuck it when they're bleeding a little bit
Paid in full
Tear the hole, tear the hole inside your soul
Tear it, tear it, tear it, fucking my mind up
Paid in full
Tear the hole, tear the hole inside your soul
Tear it, tear it, tear it in your soul
Written by: Jake Bowen, Mark Holcomb, Matt Halpern, Misha Mansoor, Periphery Band, Spencer Sotelo