Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NOTD
NOTD
Performer
Riley Biederer
Riley Biederer
Vocals
Tobias Danielsson
Tobias Danielsson
Performer
Samuel Brandt
Samuel Brandt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Biederer
Riley Biederer
Composer
Tobias Danielsson
Tobias Danielsson
Composer
Samuel Brandt
Samuel Brandt
Composer
Heather Sommer
Heather Sommer
Composer
Adam Turley
Adam Turley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NOTD
NOTD
Producer
Tobias Danielsson
Tobias Danielsson
Producer
Samuel Brandt
Samuel Brandt
Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I've been screaming three words in my head
Say it under my breath instead
'Cause I don't wanna come on too-
Hot and heavy
You put on your jeans and I keep reinventing
Ways to be around the bush
Not obsessing, 'least that's what I tell myself
Fuck, but I'm pretending
Mm, I try to make colossal feelings look casual
Clinging on to my last bit of self-control
Mm-mm
I've been screaming three words in my head
Say it under my breath instead
'Cause I don't wanna come on too-
What if it slips off my lips
Then everything goes to shit, can't fix it
I don't wanna come on too strong
But I'm bound to spill my feelings on the dinner table
Or in between the drink at the party
And I probably could've said it right before you left
But I intentionally forget to mention that I love you
I'm a cynic
Maybe something in the water makes me pessimistic
I'm tryna make it all make sense
Terrifying, throwing my heart out on the line
So I keep it in
Mm, I try to make colossal feelings look casual
Clinging on to my last bit of self-control
Oh, no, no
I've been screaming three words in my head
Say it under my breath instead
'Cause I don't wanna come on too-
What if it slips off my lips
Then everything goes to shit, can't fix it
I don't wanna come on too strong
But I'm bound to spill my feelings on the dinner table
Or in between the drink at the party
And I probably could've said it right before you left
But I intentionally forget to mention that I love you
Baby, I'm a walking, stalling, ticking, time-bomb
Ghosts I feel in the pockets of the silence
They're talking in my sleep
Drinking a coffee
I've been screaming three words in my head
Say it under my breath instead
'Cause I don't wanna come on too-
What if it slips off my lips
Then everything goes to shit, can't fix it
I don't wanna come on too strong
But I'm bound to spill my feelings on the dinner table
Or in between the drink at the party
And I probably could've said it right before you left
But I intentionally forget to mention that I love you
Love you, babe
Love, love you
Written by: Adam Turley, Heather Sommer, Riley Biederer, Samuel Brandt, Tobias Danielsson
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