Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hannah Grae
Vocals
Jamie Rendle
Keyboards
Charlie Harman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hannah Grae
Songwriter
Charlie Sinclair
Songwriter
Duncan Mills
Songwriter
Fred Macpherson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Rendle
Producer
Marco Viscito
Engineer
Oli Morgan
Mastering Engineer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
We all know in your head
you're the nice guy
Making moves on the girls
that you therapize
Hold their hands while you're
guessing their star signs
Oh you're so
Em-pathetic
Dining out on the places
that you've been
Get your quotes from a
self-help magazine
And I laugh at it now
but it fooled me
Oh it's so poetic
Always brought up my OCD
Said no one else could handle me
And you thought I'd miss your skinny jeans??
And your tragic magic in the sheets
Well I hope that you hurt
While I am under another
With his lips on my hips
And my mind in the gutter
Well let's see how you feel
When you move back with your mother
'Til you find a new teen to call your
Star-crossed lover
You were still with your wife
when you kissed me
Now I hear that you're preaching
monogamy
I think I need you to mansplain
the irony
Yeah I'm still bitter
You would say that my face was
like marmite
Oh the respect that you had
for my cellulite
And I was hot when I stood in the
right light
And I couldn't do any better
Always brought up my OCD
said no one else could handle me
And you thought I'd miss your skinny jeans
And your tragic magic in the sheets
Well I hope that you hurt
While I am under another
With his lips on my hips
And my mind in the gutter
Well let's see how you feel
When you move back with your mother
'Til you find a new teen to call your
Star-crossed lover
Did you feel it when I took him
to my bedroom?
Put his hands over the traces
of my perfume
Did you hear it when he started screaming
my name?
And when he finished
I hope you had chest pain
Did you feel it when I touched him
in my bedroom?
Put his hands over the places that you used to
Oh he held me as the walls,
they were shaking
Felt something real
After two years of faking
Well I hope that you hurt
While I am under another
With his lips on my hips
And my mind in the gutter
Well let's see how you feel
When you move back with your mother
'Til you find a new teen to call your
Star crossed lover
Star crossed lover
See ya sucker!
Written by: Charlie Sinclair, Duncan Mills, Fred Macpherson, Hannah Grae