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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loose End
Performer
Benjamin Schmidty
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Smalley
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christopher Vernon
Producer
Lyrics
I know this lie
They're always selling me
The author always seems so unhappy
I think I'm running out of patience
I gotta stop playing for the crowd
Non-existent in the present
Only sleep when there's a cloud
Overthinking everything
I'm too self centered now
Watch me enter my simulation
And I'll still hate it
Time to call my bluff
Watch me fuck this up
I know this lie
They're always selling me
The author always seems so unhappy
Pass the pen I'll write my plot
I won't be someone I'm not
Still got the world to see
And so much more to fuck up
My old man tells me
Not to lose touch with the ones
I used to talk shit with at lunch
They tell me all about their lives
And how they gave it up to be the heir
Yeah, I nodded along
Though I smiled; I didn't care
I know this lie
They're always selling me
The author always
Seems so unhappy (unhappy)
Pass the pen I'll write my plot
I won't be someone I'm not
Still got the world to see
And so much more to fuck up
We'll find our way out
There is no need to run
Lie on the ground
Watch the time pass by
What is this song about?
I don't know the way out
Let's find our way out
There is no need to run
Drinking champagne
While it all goes south
I watched as time passed me by
I know this lie
They're always selling me
The author always seems
So unhappy (unhappy)
Pass the pen I'll write my plot
I won't be someone I'm not
Still got the world to see
And so much more to fuck up
Written by: Benjamin Smalley