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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
MAY-A
Vocals
Freddy Sheed
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wells
Songwriter
Maya Cumming
Songwriter
Annika Bennett
Songwriter
Anthony Rossomando
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Wells
Producer
Joe Dunn
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Emerson Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Colin Brittain
Mixing Engineer
Dave Schiffman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Sober up, drive home
Roll your feelings in a cigarette
I miss you, or I don't?
I'm just a sentimental piece of shit
One small dose to get me high
I'm still a sucker every time
For something familiar
Walking back, back through that door
I feel I could kill ya
Hate myself but I hate you more
If I see your face around and I say, "God, help me now"
I'm dying to feel ya, for something familiar
A left turn, keep straight
I could close my eyes and drive to your place
Same look on your face
I wish it could stay like nothing's ever changed
One small dose to get me high
I'm still a sucker every time
For something familiar
Walking back, back through that door
I feel I could kill ya
Hate myself but I hate you more
If I see your face around and I say, "God, help me now"
I'm dying to feel ya, for something familiar
Out of my depth, babe
I can't do this shit no more
I'm sick of guessing
Open up or burn down the door
I'm still a sucker every time
For something familiar
Walking back, back through that door
I feel I could kill ya
Hate myself but I hate you more
If I see your face around and I say, "God, help me now"
I'm dying to feel ya, for something familiar
Writer(s): Anthony Rossomando, Andrew Wells, Maya Cumming, Annika Bennett
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