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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carson pace
Carson pace
Vocals
Daniel Hodsdon
Daniel Hodsdon
Guitar
Jackie Buckalew
Jackie Buckalew
Bass
Matthew Hague
Matthew Hague
Drums
Amber Christman
Amber Christman
Electric Violin
Maddie Caffrey
Maddie Caffrey
Guitar
Tyler Syphertt
Tyler Syphertt
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carson pace
Carson pace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carson pace
Carson pace
Producer
Dom Maduri
Dom Maduri
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, three
[Verse 1]
I squeeze the fluid of our love
Out of a lemon, we paid too much for
In some city we don't belong in
That neither of us are from
[Verse 2]
And I hate all your L.A. friends
I got a sick set of hives from their conversations
And if they keep talking about my God like that
I think that I'll just—
[Chorus]
I can't recall your heartbeat ever speeding up
For you, the taste is so much better than the pump
[Verse 3]
Now, if I was in the ocean with an open wound
I wouldn't pray against Jonah's fate of being consumed
I'd just sink to the siphonophore and hope it grows into my viscera
And at low tide, I know you'll be tempted to pull my body out and use me as an example
The one with the Earth and a pagan god in my temple
In my temple
[Chorus]
I can't recall your heartbeat ever speeding up
For you, the taste is so much better than the pump
I should've been banking all those breaths you took
Instead, my lungs just fill with beige and classic coke
[Bridge]
Your mother saw me waiting tables, and she asked if I was doing that "band thing" still
I always finish what I start, but I guess it's been almost a decade of this
I know I'd never speak to you that way, way
So, I hope I never speak to you again
[Chorus]
I can't recall your heartbeat ever speeding up
For you, the taste is so much better than the pump
I should've been banking all those breaths you took
Instead, my lungs just fill with beige and classic coke
Written by: Carson pace
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