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PERFORMING ARTISTS
PUP
PUP
Performer
Zack Mykula
Zack Mykula
Drums
Stefan Babcock
Stefan Babcock
Guitar
Nestor Chumak
Nestor Chumak
Background Vocals
Jeff Rosenstock
Jeff Rosenstock
Background Vocals
Steve Sladkowski
Steve Sladkowski
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Babcock
Stefan Babcock
Songwriter
Nestor Chumak
Nestor Chumak
Songwriter
Steve Sladkowski
Steve Sladkowski
Songwriter
ZACHARY IVAN MYKULA
ZACHARY IVAN MYKULA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Congleton
John Congleton
Producer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Sean Cook
Sean Cook
Engineer

Lyrics

17 ways I can stop this 17 nights in this coffin No one cares if you've lost it when There's 17 hands in your pocket Turns out that I didn't even want this Lying on your couch so fucking despondent You should try getting high more often Holy shit, what a concept I don't wanna hear Who you're dragging under It seems like every year I swear that you're getting dumber You think I'm a drain, I can't argue You're kinda the same, it's sorta part of your charm But when you really get on it (yes) You finally call, it's so arrogant Still playing your song, that's so embarrassing Nice of you to be sentimental I say as I swallow the chemicals I don't wanna hear Who you're dragging under It seems like every year I swear that you're getting dumber You've got nothing to say at all You've always had enough
Writer(s): Nestor Volodymyr Chumak, Stefan Patrick Babcock, Steve Ryan Sladkowski, Zachary Ivan Mykula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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