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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Caleb Melvin
Steven Caleb Melvin
Songwriter
Brent Randall Mckinney
Brent Randall Mckinney
Songwriter
Jacob Sawyer Viator
Jacob Sawyer Viator
Songwriter
Ethan Noah Hamlin
Ethan Noah Hamlin
Songwriter
Hunter Michael Pettis
Hunter Michael Pettis
Songwriter

Lyrics

You don't have to make a point
It's all circumstantial perspective
Social media agenda
Planning out the rest of our lives
I wanna go back to the 60s
I wanna go back to when you missed me
Now all we do is go to work
And all I do is get on your nerves
Oh my god it's happenin again
I can't be sure just where
It is I'm gonna go
Nobody ever knows
Oh my god it hit me like a ton of bricks
I can't believe that this is really it
I wanna show you everything I did
I wanna show you
I don't wanna hear you complaining
I don't wanna hear you saying
You wanna take back what you did
What you give is what you get
I wanna go back to my mom's house
I wanna go back to our friend's couch
When all we did was hang around
Now all you do is bring me down
Oh my god it's happenin again
I can't be sure just where
It is I'm gonna go
Nobody ever knows
Oh my god it hit me like a ton of bricks
I can't believe that this is really it
I wanna show you everything I did
I wanna show you
Whoever would've thought
That it'd be like this
Whoever would've thought
That it'd be like this
Oh my god it's happenin again
I can't be sure just where
It is I'm gonna go
Nobody ever knows
Oh my god it hit me like a ton of bricks
I can't believe that this is really it
I wanna show you everything I did
I wanna show you
Written by: Brent Randall Mckinney, Ethan Noah Hamlin, Hunter Michael Pettis, Jacob Sawyer Viator, Steven Caleb Melvin
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