Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliza Spear
Songwriter
Stephen Rivera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Rivera
Producer
Lyrics
An insatiable, competitive
Kid on the field
23-years old now
I still play like I did
Obsessive and fixated
I got off in the spin
Of knowing you'd never choose me
But still playing to win
Because the greatest shame of all
Is wanting something you can't have
I knock on doors until they open
But being wanted doesn't work like that
Every night I asked the moon
"What can I do about this?"
She'd reply, "Nothing, find someone else"
Every night I asked myself
"What can I do about this?"
She'd reply "Nothing"
Then I'd silence her again
I shade my eyes orange
And pick my chin until it bleeds
If ruin's in my fingers
Then I will wear it pretty
A sophisticated gamer
I write the rules
With mastermind concepts
That cloud if I'm fighting myself or you
What do I do with all this awareness
Besides freeze in time realizing how
irreversible life is
Every night I asked the moon
"What can I do about this?"
She'd reply, "Nothing, find someone else"
Every night I asked myself
"What can I do about this?"
She'd reply, "Nothing"
Then I'd silence her again
Every night I asked the moon
"What can I do about this?"
She'd reply, "Nothing, find someone else"
I have found someone else
He's beautiful
When he's asleep I ask the moon
If you had a good day
Each night, she responds
That it's not mine to know
I ask her to give you a good tomorrow
Written by: Eliza Spear