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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tate McRae
Tate McRae
Vocals
Grant Boutin
Grant Boutin
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tate McRae
Tate McRae
Songwriter
Grant Boutin
Grant Boutin
Songwriter
Amy Allen
Amy Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Grant Boutin
Grant Boutin
Producer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Executive Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Anthony J Vilchis
Anthony J Vilchis
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trey Station
Trey Station
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Daddy went to law school and could've been an architect
Now he's turning sixty and wonders where the big dream went
Tucker never said a lot, two eyes down, a little luck
Took it to the Ivys and never really knew for what
[PreChorus]
And I, I bite my tongue ten times a day
Half swear to God I might just pray
And I got a lot to lose, so I might as well lose it anyway
And I, I manifested you would leave
So the day you did, I had you beat
Three steps ahead of everything, lately I wake up feeling like
[Chorus]
Oh, where does the time go?
You never really know
Till you're standing in the bathroom mirror like, "No"
Shit, we got so close
Hit me fast and slow
Funny thing about nostalgia
Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh
Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh
[Verse 2]
My ma wasn't raised right, oh, no, all she ever knew was guilt
Little did she know that's all her kids would ever grow to feel
And every choice leads back to that trait
Every time that I drink and heart that I break
It's a truckload of regret and stupid mistakes
And man, lately I wake up feeling like
[Chorus]
Oh, where does the time go?
You never really know
Till you're standing in the bathroom mirror like, "No"
Shit, we got so close
Hit me fast and slow
Funny thing about nostalgia
Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh (When I lost ya)
Didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh (When I lost ya, no)
Didn't show up till I lost ya (Ooh)
It didn't show up till I lost ya, ooh
[Outro]
And now I bite my tongue ten times a day
Half swear to God I might just pray
And I got a lot to lose, so I might as well lose it anyway
And I, I manifested you would leave
So the day you did, I had you beat
Three steps ahead of everything
Written by: Amy Allen, Grant Boutin, Tate McRae
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