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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tate McRae
Vocals
Greg Kurstin
Keyboards
Tyler Spry
Programming
Harry Charles
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tate McRae
Songwriter
Greg Kurstin
Songwriter
Sarah Aarons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Kurstin
Producer
Tyler Spry
Engineer
Julian Burg
Engineer
Josh Gudwin
Mixing Engineer
Felix Byrne
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Tedder
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Used to drive 'round in your wrangler, in our deadbeat town
In the parking lot, we would talk about all the drama
Had nothing better to do
Now I go out with my new friends to a party downtown
In a new dress, 'til the liquor runs out
Every weekend, go out somebody new
You could say that all my dreams came true
Oh, what an underwhelming view
Thought that it was real, thought that it was worth it
Out the window everything was looking perfect
Caught in a dream, it's not what it seems
Thought that I was fine sitting in the backseat
In the mirror really looked like I was happy
Caught in a dream 'til something in my head said
I'm sorry
You were just lookin' at plastic palm trees
Plastic palm trees
Didn't know you need a motive to keep a friend around
To find a boyfriend who doesn't mess around
Bet if you saw me doing well, you'd hit me out of the blue
You could say that all my dreams came true
Oh, what an oh-so-lonely view
Thought that it was real, thought that it was worth it
Out the window everything was looking perfect
Caught in a dream, it's not what it seems
Thought that I was fine sitting in the backseat
In the mirror really looked like I was happy
Caught in a dream 'til something in my head said
I'm sorry
You were just lookin' at plastic palm trees
Plastic palm trees
It's not how it used to be
Staring at plastic palm trees
It's not how (it's not how)
It used to be (it used to be)
Staring at plastic palm trees
Writer(s): Greg Kurstin, Sarah Aarons, Tate Mcrae
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