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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bradley Simpson
Bradley Simpson
Lead Vocals
BOOTS
BOOTS
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bradley Simpson
Bradley Simpson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bradley Simpson
Bradley Simpson
Producer
BOOTS
BOOTS
Producer
Joey Wunsch
Joey Wunsch
Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Joe La Porta
Joe La Porta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got the meal
You spilt your wine
The restaurant's closing
Lost track of time
Back at your house now
You say it's a mess
But it's just a stop gap
I take off your dress
We got close, started to feel
Only to leave soon as it's real
We've got so much in common, including the issues
I'll pull away 'cause I know that I'll miss you
That's when it hits me, so suddenly
You were almost the best thing that happened to me
I could pull the car over, got nowhere to be
You could say how you feel, but you chose something mean
That's when it hits me, so suddenly
You were almost the best thing that happened to me
I'm in New York
We've had some space
You're in the ballgown
Fresh out the rain (silence through the elevator now)
You come up to 305 'cause you hate the noise (you hate the noise)
And your friends are all stood outside, talking to boys
And I haven't moved on and you don't get out much
You're still holding me back, it's still me that you trust
We've got so much in common, including the issues
I'll pull away 'cause I know that I'll miss you
That's when it hits me, so suddenly
You were almost the best thing that happened to me
I could pull the car over, got nowhere to be
You could say how you feel, but you chose something mean
That's when it hits me, so suddenly
You were almost the best thing that happened to me
You could say how you feel
But you chose something mean
You come up to 305 'cause you hate the noise
It hits into my lonely nights, hearing your voice
Wonder if we really tried, you'd never be
Almost the best thing that happened to me
Written by: Bradley Simpson
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