Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carsick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Richardson
Songwriter
Joe Richardson
Songwriter
Tom Armstrong
Songwriter
Jack Hardiman
Songwriter
Lyrics
Fight until we make up
Drinking when we wake up
I’m ruining your mood and you said you wanna break up
Wandering around hoping I don’t see your face but
Everywhere I go, yeah, I always see the trace of
Cigarette ends on the edges of ashtrays
Talk to your friends, “what’s he up to these days?”
I heard that you went back to his place
I don’t care what you’re doing now anyway
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
She never liked you anyway
She said that it’s too late
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
She never liked you anyway
She said that it’s too late
Now one of us has to take the long way around
While the other one takes the shortcut to town
And I jump whenever my phone makes a sound
And I’m hoping you’re letting me know you wanna sort this out
And it’s for the best but that don’t make no sense
Cos I’ve been feeling shit and my head’s such a mess
And I guess you don’t know what you got until it’s gone
And neither of us are even willing to admit that we’re wrong
And I said
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
She never liked you anyway
She said that it’s too late
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
She never liked you anyway
She said that it’s too late
Didn’t know how much she held me together
If it’s too late now, is it too late forever?
They say it gets worse before it gets better
But it’s only getting worse
Stumbling around on the long walk home
Making slurred proposals over the phone
She said “you do this when you’re drunk but never in daylight”
I say “you’re right, I’ll hang up, goodnight”
Reminiscing again, it’s becoming routine
“I’m sorry if this hurts, but how have you been?”
I guess no-one’s as good as they seem
Cigarette ends on the edges of ashtrays
Talk to your friends, “what’s he up to these days?”
I heard that you went back to his place
I don’t care what you’re doing now anyway
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
She never liked you anyway
She said that it’s too late
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
Put it down mate
Put it, put it down mate
She never liked you anyway
She said that it’s too late
Written by: Jack Hardiman, Jack Richardson, Joe Richardson, Tom Armstrong