Similar Songs
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Tatum
Guitar
Harriette Pilbeam
Background Vocals
Jorge Elbrecht
Guitar
Steven Chen
Saxophone
Tommy Davidson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Tatum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Tatum
Producer
Jorge Elbrecht
Mixing Engineer
Adrian Olsen
Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer
Tommy Davidson
Additional Producer
Lyrics
It's getting late, I'm tripping in the dark
My shirt draped over the moon
I'm just trying to hold on to you
I leave my headlights on
I only feel like myself at night
Don't always treat you right, but
I don't know how to be subtle with
All the things I hate about myself
You try to calm me and I turn away, I always turn away
I don't know why I have to be this way
I'd rather not be so hard to love
I fucked it up, I fucked it up again
Was there even a chance I could change
Or am I resolute to stay the same?
I hope you're here whenever I emerge
I'm buried up to my eyes
But, please, don't ever stop pulling me out
I'm so folded up inside of you
I keep my headlights on
I keep my headlights on (I keep)
I keep my headlights on (I keep)
I keep my headlights on
I'm so folded up inside of you (inside of you)
I don't know if I'm me or you
You've always loved me more than I deserve
And maybe that's the thing
I don't feel like I earned your faith
Wanna hear that I'm not too late
Let's take it back to spending every night
Third floor on Engert Avenue
Introduction in faded sheets
I'll always have that part of you
Writer(s): John Alexander Tatum
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com