Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Preston
Vocals
Brad Smith
Guitar
Ollie Martin
Bass
Lucas Tams
Drums
Archie Jones
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Preston
Songwriter
Brad Smith
Songwriter
Ollie Martin
Songwriter
Lucas Tams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Borja Regueira
Producer
Gareth Allatt
Co-Producer
Pete Maher
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Don't shut that door
I swear to god I think I recognise this floor
Who's kitchen is this
Tried to cycle home, but I guess I missed
Don't you shout at me
You know I'm gonna raid that fridge before I leave
And don't assume my bender
Taste it for yourself there's some left in your blender
Now what you see ain't what you get
I said I recognise this room, and I swear we met
Everything we took is gone
Why be hungover, when you can hang on
It started out so fine
Your uncle you and me, and a bottle of wine
Went out on Deansgate from what I remember
Acting like it's June but it's late in November
Soaked up all the sights, all the drinks, all the smells
Living like queens, but then the penny fell
It all came back around again
That big shadow, that fake friend
Now what you see ain't what you get
I said I recognise this room, and I swear we met
Everything we took is gone
Why be hungover, when you can hang on
Now what you see ain't what you get
I recognise this room, and I swear we met
Everything we took is gone
Why be hungover, when you can hang on
Now what you see ain't what you get
Said I recognise this room, and I swear we met
Everything we took is gone
Why be hungover, when you can hang on
Written by: Brad Smith, Jack Preston, Lucas Tams, Ollie Martin