Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vilamoura
Songwriter
Joshua Valdez
Songwriter
Cory Brunnemann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Brunnemann
Producer
Lyrics
Old wounds what am I doing here
Old news facing my deepest fears
Bury them deeper til they suffocate
Don't let them see you afraid
But I can't think straight
My mirror doesn't even show my face
And I can't escape there's always something in my way
(in my way)
Maybe I'm bitter
Maybe I gave up on you like you gave up on me
Maybe I'll never
Let go of how you let go of everything you ever made me believe
No use
Always under my skin like it's somehow where you fit
I can't change or escape I can't love when I hate you
(and I know I fucking made you)
I built a home so you could burn it down(burn it down)
Cause all you wanted was to live without (anyone)
Maybe I'm bitter
Maybe I gave up on you like you gave up on me
Maybe I'll never
Let go of how you let go of everything you ever made me believe
Wouldn't care what it takes to cut you loose
I'd jump into my grave to bury you
Just let go like how you let go of everything you ever made
I changed my shape when you could not adjust
You ran away when I was lost and now you wonder why I cut you off
You're an infection without a cure
I've been dragging everything for years through your bullshit
I never learn
How am I supposed to find a better way when you're resigned to give in the moment you see defeat
You're bleeding misery I need to see relief
Maybe I've been getting hostile
Cause everything we ever fought for always goes up in smoke
And I never let you go
Yeah I'm fucking
Bitter
Maybe I gave up on you like you gave up on me
Maybe I'll never
Let go of how you let go of everything you ever made me believe
Wouldn't care what it takes to cut you loose
I'd jump into my grave to bury you
Just let go like how you let go of everything you ever made
Written by: Cory Brunnemann, Johnathan Sotomayor, Joshua Thomas Huber, Joshua Valdez, Mikah Shipman, Payton Holekamp, Tony Lerma, Vilamoura