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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Flannigan
James Flannigan
Background Vocals
Joseph Parella
Joseph Parella
Guitar
Derek Davies
Derek Davies
Background Vocals
Benjamin Ruttner
Benjamin Ruttner
Background Vocals
Juliana Madrid
Juliana Madrid
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Flannigan
James Flannigan
Songwriter
Joseph Parella
Joseph Parella
Songwriter
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Flannigan
James Flannigan
Producer
Joseph Parella
Joseph Parella
Producer
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Producer
Lance Powell
Lance Powell
Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Jack Mason
Jack Mason
Mixing Engineer
Ross Owen
Ross Owen
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I am a passenger inside of my skin
Garden State vampire with no blood to drink
I threw a party and hid under the bed
Popped all the good champagne once everyone left
I got that guilt hole growing in my soul
Little bigger every day
Guilt hole, yeah, I'm just another numbskull
Watch me as I waste away
I'm stuck like bubblegum right under your shoe
I go where you go, do what you wanna do
But I don't think I'll make it on my own
Ellie G, can you drive me home?
It's just two lefts, then make a right
Then go straight down
Down into my guilt hole
Guilt hole, deep inside my soul
Little bigger every day
Guilt hole, just another numbskull
Watch me as I waste away
Guilt hole, everybody knows
Everybody else but you
Sunshine, bleeding through my eyes
And soon you're gonna feel it too
Look in my guilt hole
Tell me, what do you see?
My ugly secrets or my big pretty dreams?
"Sir, we found cancer, you've got six months to die"
So I cured it with Diet Coke and Marlboro lights
I got that guilt hole, deep inside my soul
Little bigger every day
Got that guilt hole, just another numbskull
Watch me as I waste away
Got that guilt hole, everybody knows
Everybody else but you, oh
Sunshine, bleeding through my blue eyes
Soon you're gonna feel it too
It's not so bad
Thank god for my dad (Thank God)
Turned out so good (So good)
Would change if I could
Yeah, I got two shows at Bowery, and baby's alright
Head full of Valium to get through the flight
Paid off the pilot, now we're all going down
Down to my guilt hole, deep inside my soul
Little bigger every day
Written by: James Flannigan, Joseph Parella, Rob Bisel
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