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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pentire
Pentire
Performer
Jack Morgan
Jack Morgan
Guitar
Owen Seymour
Owen Seymour
Guitar
Jacob Beswetherick
Jacob Beswetherick
Bass
Josh Blake
Josh Blake
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Morgan
Jack Morgan
Composer
Owen Seymour
Owen Seymour
Songwriter
Jacob Beswetherick
Jacob Beswetherick
Composer
Josh Blake
Josh Blake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Cory
Tom Cory
Producer

Lyrics

I hear you crying, down on your bathroom floor
With a fogged up toothpaste mirror, you’ve never cleaned before
And your tear drops feel like poison,
In your bloodstained ballroom gown
You’re getting more and more anxious of leaving the house
So, tell me something that I didn’t know
Move me out slowly,
I know that your gonna ruin this
I know that you like to tell me all your sweet little lies
But that’s fine, oh your bloodshot eyes can stay at mine
And I tried, to rectify and save your life
But at least I tried, at least I tried
You go, out on a Tuesday night
Bed by 2, got no commitments at 9
Who said losing control of arrogance is such a dangerous game to play?
And I’m a little bit tired of facing your pain
So, tell me something that I didn’t know
Move me out slowly,
I know that your gonna ruin this
And now you see that’s why
I know that you like to tell me all your sweet little lies
But that’s fine, oh your bloodshot eyes can stay at mine
And I tried, to rectify and save your life
But at least I tried, at least I tried
Plastic flowers, wilting in the wind
Cause you were always too good to me, cause you always knew you’d win
Your plastic figure, in that plastic torn up dress
And those plastic shoes you walk upon, you’re leaving me out of breath
Leaving me out of breath
Leaving me out of breath
Leaving me out of breath
You’re leaving me out of breath.
Written by: Jack Morgan, Jacob Beswetherick, Josh Blake, Owen Seymour
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