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