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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rowan Drake
Rowan Drake
Vocals
Griff Clawson
Griff Clawson
Background Vocals
Mikey Ferrari
Mikey Ferrari
Acoustic Guitar
Tiger Darrow
Tiger Darrow
Cello
Jonny Shorr
Jonny Shorr
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rowan Drake
Rowan Drake
Songwriter
Griff Clawson
Griff Clawson
Songwriter
Mikey Ferrari
Mikey Ferrari
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rowan Drake
Rowan Drake
Producer
Griff Clawson
Griff Clawson
Producer
Jonny Shorr
Jonny Shorr
Producer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

East is the way that I shouldn't go
I've been holdin' onto us again
I know, I know it's my own mind
Plead with the things I can't control
So leave the door open it's worth the toll
I need you like a child
You're somewhere in my bones
I hate you for a while
Then forgive you, I swear I know
It's like home
It doesn't really matter how far you go
I gave you my youth
But you kept the kid
He's still in your arms
When I picture him
Now I wonder if
He'll ever live
The life for himself
A life you're not in
I can't remember all the things I'm supposed to feel
(It's getting old now)
I swear this life it used to hold a little hope
(Then it burned out)
And maybe I
Maybe I could take it back
But I need you for that
So don't deny it
You hold me still
Like there's no guilt
My eyes they wilt
Looking for a sign
The part of me you keep is still mine
I gave you my youth
But you kept the kid
He's still in your arms
When I picture him
Now I wonder if
He'll ever live
The life for himself
A life you're not in
I gave you my youth
He's still in your arms
Now I wonder if
I'll ever live
The life for myself
A life you're not in
Written by: Griff Clawson, Mikey Ferrari, Rowan Drake
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