Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phoneboy
Performer
Ayad Al Adhamy
Tambourine
Wyn Barnum
Lead Vocals
Richard Dana
Lead Vocals
James Fusco
Bass Guitar
Luke Davis
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wyn Barnum
Songwriter
Richard Dana
Songwriter
James Fusco
Songwriter
Anthony Paolantonio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ayad Al Adhamy
Producer
Jim Stewart
Mixing Engineer
Craig Almquist
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Last night I showered in my clothes
Woke up still soaked from head to toe
Last night I thought I met Jay-Z
Last night I crashed the VIP
Turns out the bouncers ex-Marine
I never thought it'd be like this
I never thought it'd just be
Polaroid's of strangers scattered all across the floor
I've been passed out on the pavement
Don't remember all the pictures on my phone
O-oh, pictures on my phone
O-oh, pictures on my
Last night I slept in my old room
Woke up still soaked in your perfume
Last night I called you up again
Wish your phone was dead
I never thought, I never thought it'd be this way
I never thought, I never thought we'd just be roses on the table
Petals scattered on the floor
But I thought they were your favorite
As you slammed the bedroom door
Then you stole all of my sweaters
Took my toothbrush and my time
So I sit inside the car alone, deleting all the pictures on my phone
O-oh, pictures on my phone
O-oh, pictures on my
Last night I showered in my clothes
Woke up still soaked from head to toe
Last night I thought I met Jay-Z
Last night, signed up for therapy
Last night you hung me out to dry
Last night I kissed it all goodbye
I never thought it'd be this way
Why can't these roses make you stay
Writer(s): Wyn Barnum, James Fusco, Richard Dana
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