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
[Verse 1]
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, till the liquor runs out
Every weekend, go out with somebody new
[PreChorus]
You could say that all my dreams came true
Oh, what an underwhelming view
[Chorus]
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
Till something in my head said
"I'm sorry, you were just looking at plastic palm trees"
Plastic palm trees
[Verse 2]
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 outta the blue
[PreChorus]
You could say that all my dreams came true
Oh, what an oh-so-lonely view
[Chorus]
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
Till something in my head said
"I'm sorry, you were just looking at plastic palm trees"
Plastic palm trees
[Outro]
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
Written by: Greg Kurstin, Sarah Arons, Tate McRae