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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
james christopher
james christopher
Guitar
Jacob Letizia
Jacob Letizia
Bass
Cody Rico
Cody Rico
Drums
Zach Weeks
Zach Weeks
Percussion
Paul Simion
Paul Simion
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ali Lipman
Ali Lipman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Weeks
Zach Weeks
Recording Engineer
Magnus Lindberg
Magnus Lindberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Call your mother off
Take your money down south
Walk the borderline
Between living and dying
Cause a heart attack
Cause a car crash
Face a consequence
Face your audience
And I feel like a prop stuck in the movies sometimes
You only remember your big mistakes
And write in big block letters to fill the page
And how the lights were flickering on and off me
The lights were flickering on and off me
Carve your insides out
If you want to
Pull on your clothes
Lace up your shoes
And walk through the door into the angry sea
If it's controlling you, it's not controlling me
Cause I feel like a prop stuck in the movies sometimes
You only remember your big mistakes
And write in big block letters to fill the page
And how the lights were flickering on and off me
The lights were flickering on and off me
I was cursed and rattled in the sandwich wars with a clothesline hanging through the attic
There were bed bugs hiding in the baseboards biding time to see themselves out
Because I feel like a prop stuck in the movies sometimes
You only remember your big mistakes
And write in big block letters to fill the page
And how the lights were flickering on and off me
The lights were flickering on and off me
Written by: Ali Lipman
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