Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
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
[Verse 1]
Seventeen ways I can stop this
Seventeen nights in this coffin
No one cares if you've lost it
When there's seventeen hands in your pocket
Turns out that I didn't even want this
Laying on your couch, so fucking despondent
"You should try getting high more often"
Holy shit, what a concept
[Chorus]
I don't wanna hear
Who you're dragging under
It seems like every year
I swear that you're getting dumber
[Verse 2]
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
Oh, lyrics
You finally call, it's so arrogant
"You still playing those songs? It's so embarrassing"
Nice of you to be sentimental
I say as I swallow the chemicals
[Chorus]
I don't wanna hear
Who you're dragging under
It seems like every year
I swear that you're getting dumber
You got nothing to say at all
You've already said enough
Written by: Nestor Chumak, Stefan Babcock, Steve Sladkowski, ZACHARY IVAN MYKULA