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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Keery
Electric Guitar
Adam Thein
Synthesizer
Wesley Toledo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Keery
Songwriter
Adam Thein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Keery
Producer
Adam Thein
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Red-eye, last-minute flight
I get in early, I was roused by the light
Back in the city, no longer my home
Trying to let it go
I take a walk in Hollywood
My old apartment isn't looking too good
Then there's a lyric that, in context, stings
The immediate pain it brings
That song that you used to sing
[PreChorus]
And now I'm back on your couch, frozen peas to my head
Driving up to your folks, cramming into your bed
You picked me up every time, drove me back to our home
It doesn't leave you alone
[Chorus]
Oh God, I wish I could delete ya
'Cause nothing can compete with ya
I replenish and repeat, yeah
A heart excretes only one of us, only one
[Verse 2]
Blue & Gold Friday night
Team up with Charlie, take these kids for a ride
Why's my heart pounding, beating out of my chest?
Remember to try and forget
I'm locked, she's the key
I'm a boat that's sinking, guess who's the sea?
It's hard to shake it off and get back to me
When anything is a memory
And you repeat to the nth degree
[PreChorus]
And now I'm back in my truck, I'm driving up to our place
We're sitting dead on the ground, there's nothing more to be said
You kept it tight to the chest at someone else's expense
That doesn't sound like real love
[Chorus]
Oh God, I wish I could delete ya
'Cause nothing can compete with ya
I replenish and repeat, yeah
I'd replenish and repeat, yeah
[Bridge]
I wanna know
Just two weeks, how'd you cut it like that?
Baby, you show me how
I'm built different, I don't work like that, huh
I got to repeat, chew up, spit out
The blame complex in me, me, me
[Chorus]
Oh God, I wish I could delete ya
'Cause nothing can compete with ya
I'd replenish and repeat, yeah
[Outro]
One heart could beat for the two of us, two of us, two of us, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Oh God, I wish I could release ya
Wind it back and never be with ya
Then I'd be happy just to meet ya
Oh my God
One heart could bleed for the future us
If we were young, but this is done
Written by: Adam Thein, Joe Keery