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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anna Graves
Anna Graves
Acoustic Guitar
Henry Brill
Henry Brill
Banjo
James Flannigan
James Flannigan
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anna Graves
Anna Graves
Composer
Henry Brill
Henry Brill
Composer
James Flannigan
James Flannigan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henry Brill
Henry Brill
Producer
James Flannigan
James Flannigan
Producer
Owen Lewis
Owen Lewis
Recording Engineer
John O'Mahony
John O'Mahony
Mixing Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't wanna be best enemies, hate being friends
When you call I come around and we play pretend
'Cause I don't know how to stop following you like a dog
Making a mess and a maze of my head
Making a joke and a jail of my bed
'Cause you don't know how to quit dragging me along
[Chorus]
But you're all smoke that I breathe in deep
And now I'm choking but I can't leave
You know why
I'm tripping on your contact high
High
[Verse 2]
Cold wooden floor, walk to the door in my bare feet
We don't say a word, everything's worse when we speak
'Cause I know how we got here
But I forget when you hold me
That we’re so lonely
[Chorus]
But you're all smoke that I breathe in deep
And now I'm choking but I can't leave
If I'm the burden, then you're the beast
You know why
I'm tripping on your contact high, high
I know you don't need me but I, I
Go weak when you touch me
[Chorus]
But you're all smoke that I breathe in deep
And now I'm choking, but I can't leave
And I make love, but you only fuck
And then I can't sleep 'cause it tears me up
You know I’m
Oh, is this what you like
When I'm tripping on your contact high?
[Outro]
High
Oh, I
High
Written by: Anna Graves, Henry Brill, James Flannigan
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