Top Songs By Sitting on Saturn
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sitting on Saturn
Performer
Hoyt Yeatman
Lead Vocals
Kyle Hart
Bass Guitar
Trevor Smith
Drums
Geoff Nudell
Horn
Josh Horita
Horn
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hoyt Yeatman
Composer
Kyle Hart
Songwriter
Trevor Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hoyt Yeatman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
All my life
I'm told to be poignant
But all my life
I'd rather be pointless
Hope someday
I'll know why
I'll know why
My friends all left now I am the only one
Careers and homes and one's even gotta' son
Hope some day I'll know why
Moth holes in my life's sweater
And I can't take all of this pressure
Expected living would be better
I never thought I'd be so bitter
I hope someday I'll know why
I'll know why
I'm working hard just to stay stupid
My brain clocked out about an hour ago
They say that youth is thrown away by the young but
I want my chance to waste it then I'll say well done
Oh there's a piece cut from out of my chest
Stagnation of life while I never impress
I feel lost
I can't see
They're all better than me
And I'm sick of being part of history
I might drink too much when I don't feel good
Ignoring everything out of Hollywood
And I don't care what a label says
Too frustrated to be alone in my head
Gluten free beer is part of my DNA
Miley says "Party in the USA"
I'm throwing elbows cause I think I like the pain
We're all marching to the grave
Might as well misbehave
Might as well misbehave
If there's a rehab for stupidity
I won't be knocking on the their front door
No you're fine you got your D for the day
Other people want what you have and you shouldn't be down
Once something's right I'll go ruin it
I gotta find out
How it's all gonna fit
It's my time
Let me be
You don't have to agree
I'll just wait around to be a nobody
I might drink too much when I don't feel good
Ignoring everything out of Hollywood
And I don't care what a label says
Too frustrated to be alone in my head
Gluten free beer is part of my DNA
Miley says "Party in the USA"
I'm throwing elbows cause I think I like the pain
We're all marching to the grave
Might as well misbehave
Might as well misbehave
Might as well misbehave
All my life
I'm told to be poignant
But all my life
I'd rather be pointless
Hope someday I'll know why
Moth holes in my life's sweater
And I can't take all of this pressure
Expected living would be better
I never thought I'd be so bitter
I hope someday I'll know why
I'll know why
Written by: Hoyt Horatio Yeatman IV, Hoyt Yeatman, Kyle Hart, Trevor Smith