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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casey
Casey
Performer
Thomas Weaver
Thomas Weaver
Lead Vocals
Toby Evans
Toby Evans
Electric Guitar
Liam Torrance
Liam Torrance
Electric Guitar
Adam Smith
Adam Smith
Bass Guitar
Maximilian Nicolai
Maximilian Nicolai
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Weaver
Thomas Weaver
Songwriter
Toby Evans
Toby Evans
Composer
Liam Torrance
Liam Torrance
Composer
Adam Smith
Adam Smith
Composer
Maximilian Nicolai
Maximilian Nicolai
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toby Evans
Toby Evans
Co-Producer
Timothy Vincent
Timothy Vincent
Recording Engineer
Neil Kennedy
Neil Kennedy
Vocal Recording Engineer
Adam Cichocki
Adam Cichocki
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Another year around the sun in search of
Anything to pacify the numbing belief
Irrespective of how our time was spent
But what solace we were graced, my friend
It all amounted to nothing in the end
You always watched me as I'd ideate
Diazepam and dulling ache
Open-eyed, I'd stare at the mirror
Drive my teeth straight through my tongue
It's so stupefying knowing that one day your life
Would be forgotten and
In the spaces between my discomfort and grief
I had nothing to offer to help you to sleep
No question ever conjured up enough
Detail to reconstruct
The trust that you felt I had broken
Shallow cuts for doubt to soak in
(Now I don't think of you in apathy)
You'd always watch me as I'd ideate (now I don't think of you in apathy)
(Now I don't think of you in apathy)
Diazepam and dulling ache (now I don't think of you in apathy)
Open-eyed, I'd stare at the mirror
Drive my teeth straight through my tongue
It's so stupefying knowing that one day your life
Would be forgotten and
I can't help but feel like I'm to blame
But if it hurt that much, then why did you stay?
In the spaces between my discomfort and grief
I had nothing to offer to help your sleep
Surrender to pain, still scarred at the wrist
An apostle for validation
Yarn for the tapestry, woven in anger
Rage for the sake of it, stuck on repeat
No heaven ever equal to your skin but
No hell like the wrath that lay beneath
Open-eyed, I'd stare at the mirror
Drive my teeth straight through my tongue
It's so stupefying knowing that one day your life
Would be forgotten
(If it hurt so much, then why did you stay?)
(Well, if it hurt so much, then why did you stay?)
Written by: Adam Smith, Liam Torrance, Maximilian Nicolai, Thomas Weaver, Toby Evans
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