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