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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Equipment
Equipment
Performer
Nicolas Stoup
Nicolas Stoup
Electric Guitar
Jacob Scott
Jacob Scott
Electric Bass Guitar
Jacob Pachasa
Jacob Pachasa
Drums
Victoria Scott
Victoria Scott
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicolas Stoup
Nicolas Stoup
Songwriter
Jacob Scott
Jacob Scott
Songwriter
Jacob Pachasa
Jacob Pachasa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Warstler
Steven Warstler
Producer

Lyrics

I realized I had tinnitus in North Carolina
Said you were coming to the show, but I couldn't find ya
By now, I shoulda grew thicker skin
I said it wouldn't affect me again
But it did and it does every time (every time)
I say, "don't feel obliged," but
It hurts every time in the end
Yeah, you could say that I entertain
As if anyone is entertained
When I play loud songs in a hot, dark room
Can't tell if it's for me or you
Pretend that this isn't selfishness
Try my best to be more honest
What do these power chords prove
I only live to feel approved
I don't wanna go back home
To the boy that I despise
He treats me worse than all the
Fancy colored vinyl that he buys
I need a better man
Not this self-righteous disguise
Wake me from this awful dream
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting
Oh, oh
You know some day it's gonna fall
How many years exactly do you need?
The ceiling's gotta cave in sometime
You're hurting you, you're hurting me
You know some day it's gonna fall (fall, fall)
The bills are stacking up so rapidly (fall, fall)
I've waited long enough for sold out shows and summers when
You're home with me
Written by: Jacob Pachasa, Jacob Scott, Nicolas Stoup
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