Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shaboozey
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Cyrus
Songwriter
Sean Cook
Songwriter
Nevin Sastry
Songwriter
Collins Obinna Chibueze
Songwriter
Bailey Bryan
Songwriter
Doug Walters
Songwriter
PJ Harding
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Cook
Producer
Nevin Sastry
Producer
Raul Lopez
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Engineer
Trey Pearce
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Is it my fault that you're lost?
It's hard for me to see you when you're drunk
In a bathroom stall, taking pills, giving up
You're tryna find your friends, but it's too dark
Tell me how you're getting home, you took the car
You called me 'fore you passed out in the yard
Feeling low getting high, where did everything go wrong?
You say that it's the universe, and blame it on the stars
Yeah, I can only handle heartache
When there's bourbon in my hand
If I had to relive all the hard days
I would do it all again
I'm getting better at the bar games
Should've been a better man
So don't you keep on trying to fix me
You've done everything you can
But this road you led me down is too long
It ain't nothing like the streets I grew up on
When I beg you not to go, you leave again
Well, I guess I wasn't enough in the end
Is it my fault you're lost?
It's hard for me to see you when you're drunk
In a bathroom stall, taking pills, giving up
You're tryna find your friends, but it's too dark
Tell me how you're getting home, you took the car
You called me 'fore you passed out in the yard
Feeling low getting high, where did everything go wrong?
You say that it's the universe, and blame it on the stars
Well, I made up my decision
When you and me were sitting
Barely living, coexisting, drifting slowly into dust
With you, I'm only getting Eden or Armageddon
So I'm beginning to forgetting the last memories of us
'Cause this road you lead me down is too long
It ain't nothing like the streets I grew up on
When I beg you not to go you leave again
Was my love for you not enough in the end
Is it my fault that you're lost?
It's hard for me to see you when you're drunk
In a bathroom stall, taking pills, giving up
You're tryna find your friends, but it's too dark
Tell me how you're getting home, you took the car
You called me 'fore you passed out in the yard
Feeling low getting high, where did everything go wrong?
You say that it's the universe, and blame it on the stars
You say that it's the universe, and blame it on the stars
You say that it's the universe, and blame it on the stars
But this road you led me down is too long
It ain't nothing like the streets I grew up on
When I beg you not to go, you leave again
Well, I guess I wasn't enough in the end
Writer(s): Collins Obinna Chibueze, Bailey Bryan, Sean Cook, Douglass Powers Walters, Nevin Sastry, Noah Cyrus, Peter James Harding
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