Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RYMAN
Acoustic Guitar
Harrison Finks
Keyboards
Eden Joel
Background Vocals
Hannah Cole
Background Vocals
John McNally
Guitar
Levi Bennet
Drums
Ronin Kiekbusch
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryman Wooten
Songwriter
Olin Johnson
Songwriter
Gabriel Sexton
Songwriter
Charlie Greene
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eden Joel
Producer
Jack Schrepferman
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I gotta tell you, last night I was fucking it up
I was nervous, so I kept refilling my cup
You said I was high, but I wasn't
[Verse 2]
So you took me to a place much better than mine
We shared a high-rise view and a bottle of wine
We said, "It's a first date, you probably shouldn't"
[PreChorus]
Making conversation all the time
Naturally, it crosses my mind
[Chorus]
I can slow down if you can't keep running
I can go out if you need that from me
I can play dumb if you feel like bending the truth
You can fall back, baby, I won't follow
It's a tough pill that I'll have to swallow
We're a time bomb, be the match, baby, I'll be the fuse
[Chorus]
'Cause if I'm not yours, and you're not mine
Then we got nothing to lose
We got nothing to lose
[Verse 3]
I put a bag in my car and a watch on my wrist
It's a little off-brand, but I'm tryna impress you tonight
It doesn't work, it doesn't matter
[PreChorus]
Falling apart on the phone
Neither of us know where this is going to go
[Chorus]
So I can slow down if you can't keep running
I can go out if you need that from me
I can play dumb if you feel like bending the truth
You can fall back, baby, I won't follow
It's a tough pill that I'll have to swallow
We're a time bomb, be the match, baby, I'll be the fuse
[Chorus]
'Cause if I'm not yours, and you're not mine
Then we got nothing to lose
We got nothing to lose
[Outro]
I gotta tell you, last night I was fucking it up
I was nervous, so I kept refilling my cup
You said I was high, but I wasn't
Written by: Charlie Greene, Gabriel Sexton, Olin Johnson, Ryman Wooten