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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler Braden
Tyler Braden
Vocals
Sam Hunter
Sam Hunter
Acoustic Guitar
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Sam Martinez
Sam Martinez
Background Vocals
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
Nir Z
Nir Z
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Braden
Tyler Braden
Songwriter
Thomas Archer
Thomas Archer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Martinez
Sam Martinez
Producer
Buckley Miller
Buckley Miller
Recording Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Tate
Harrison Tate
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Even sober, I didn't notice you didn't cry
I guess regret was more yours than it was mine
You didn't sling gravel, you just eased off in the night
Even sober, I didn't notice you didn't cry
[Verse 2]
What's my worth, what's my word mean to you now?
Once I ran all my "I'm sorry"s in the ground
I took you for granted, thought you'd always be around
What's my worth, what's my word mean to you now?
[Chorus]
Dear old flame, I don't stand a second chance
The third time, no, it ain't always the charm
I'm just here to say that it ain't your fault
That I let you fall through the cracks of this broken heart
[Bridge]
Or maybe that's just being kind
'Cause I'm drunk on the lawn, and it's only 9
Excuse my heart for speaking its mind
I guess love ain't always blind
But I just noticed you didn't cry, so
[Chorus]
Dear old flame, I don't stand a second chance
The third time, no, it ain't always the charm
I'm just here to say that it ain't your fault
That I let you fall through the cracks of this broken heart
[Chorus]
Dear old flame, I don't stand a second chance
The third time, no, it ain't always the charm
I'm just here to say that it ain't your fault
That I let you fall through the cracks of this broken heart
[Outro]
Or maybe that's just being kind
Written by: Thomas Archer, Tyler Braden
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