Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Met
Programming
Rob Piccione
Additional Vocals
Adam Met
Background Vocals
Austin Roa
Background Vocals
Ezra Donellan
Background Vocals
Dane Hagen
Background Vocals
Chris Berry
Background Vocals
Jack Met
Lead Vocals
Josh Plotner
Woodwinds
Ruth Kornblatt-Stier
Cello
Emelia Suljic
Violin
Arnetta Johnson
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Met
Songwriter
Adam Met
Songwriter
Jack Met
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan Met
Producer
Joe Zook
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Hernandez
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Rob Piccione
Recording Engineer
Katie Harvey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Wish I was a stone, so I couldn't feel
You'd yell in my face, it'd be no big deal
But I'd miss the way we make up and smile
Don't wanna be stone, I changed my mind
I wish I had eyes in the back of my head
Then I could see the places I've been
But then I would know that you're talkin' shit
I don't wanna know what my friends think
Wish I were my dog out on the lawn
I'd be so glad when I hear you come home
But if I were my dog, I wouldn't live long
I'm sure gonna miss her when she's gone
I wish I could act in a show on TV
'Cause then I could practice not being me
I'll practice my cry, put in into my reel
But you won't believe me when I cry for real
I wish that my brain would triple in size
I'd nail every joke, I'd win every fight
But I'd get too deep with that kinda mind
I don't wanna know the point of life
In some other life, I would be rich
I'd travel in style, I'd cover the bill
But couldn't complain 'bout anything small
Nobody'd feel bad for me at all
If I was cocaine or a bottle of Jack
I'd get invited to every frat
But when you get old and your good days are passed
You'll only want me when you're sad
Wish I was a song, your favorite one
You'd follow the dance to me at your prom
I would be there when your baby is born
For two or three minutes, then I'm gone
I wish I was big, as big as my house
I'd sleep on the trees, I'd skip every crowd
But I wouldn't fit on my therapist's couch
God, I could really use him now
I wish I was God, I'd never trip up
And if I did, well, so fuckin' what?
I could be cruel and break all your stuff
Yeah, I'd be loved no matter what
But if I was God, it'd get kinda weird
'Cause you would only say what I wanna hear
And then you would die, you'd love me to death
I never know who the hell I am
I wish I was me, whoever that is
I could just be and not give a shit
Hey, I'll be whatever makes you a fan
'Cause I don't know who the hell I am
Am-am-am-am-am-am
Am-am-am-am-am-am
One, two, pandemonium
One, two, pandemonium (here I go again)
One, two, pandemonium (here I go again)
One, two, pandemonium
One, two- (here I go again)
Writer(s): Jack Metzger, Ryan Metzger, Adam Metzger
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