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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Screams
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass Guitar
Will Swan
Will Swan
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sick of bein' in my head
And thinkin' about my fate
And worried about my health
Wanna waste away my days
With a pretty, young thing
And blow through all my wealth
[Verse 2]
I made some mistakes, not so good with plannin'
But I got some skills in easy livin'
Cut my ties with desperation
And learned to live with a little sensation
[Verse 3]
Hey, just for the day
We'll pretend I'm made of money
I'll be your sugar daddy
Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves
And crash a party
Act like we own the place
Act like we own the place
[Verse 4]
Swingin' back and forth
All my faults are peakin' past the surface
Is it worth it to fall back down?
[Verse 5]
Please make way for the special invented armor
Mental protection if reality is ragin' harder
Hello, mister mime, hello, medicine
I believe denial makes me hella intelligent
[Verse 6]
We're way too caught up in the race with time
It's gettin' hard to take it in
We're tryin' hard to be the first in line
Just wanna be a kid again, a kid again
[Verse 7]
Sick of bein' in my head
And thinkin' 'bout my fate
And worried 'bout my health
Wanna waste away my days
With a pretty, young thing
And blow through all my wealth
Over, over, overwhelmed again
Singin' out, out, bury it away
[Verse 8]
Hey, just for the day
We'll pretend I'm made of money
I'll be your sugar daddy
Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves
And crash a party
Act like we own the place
Act like we own the place
[Verse 9]
Killin' all the flies
I'm not done swingin' back and forth yet
Forgive me for what I will do
[Verse 10]
Please make way for the special invented armor
Mental protection if reality is ragin' harder
Hello, mister mime, hello, medicine
I believe denial makes me hella intelligent
[Verse 11]
I know we trust each other
Don't fail the litmus
We all need partners for the pain of existence
My bedroom chemistry set
Ended up on your Pinterest
Pledgin' allegiance to a few common interests
[Verse 12]
Claw my way to the trop of the centipede
Sum of its parts is prescribin' me symmetry
Every bone picked and decision was orchestrated
Cut the head off, and the legs'll call the action complacent
Written by: FREERICK TIMOTHY, Jon Mess, Matt Mingus, Tilian Pearson, Tim Feerick, Will Swan
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