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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jon Simmons
Jon Simmons
Vocals
Erik Petersen
Erik Petersen
Guitar
Andy Slaymaker
Andy Slaymaker
Guitar
Dennis Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Drums
Matt Warner
Matt Warner
Bass
Balance and Composure Publishing Designee
Balance and Composure Publishing Designee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Simmons
Jon Simmons
Songwriter
Erik Petersen
Erik Petersen
Songwriter
Andy Slaymaker
Andy Slaymaker
Songwriter
Dennis Wilson
Dennis Wilson
Songwriter
Matt Warner
Matt Warner
Songwriter
Will Yip
Will Yip
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Yip
Will Yip
Producer
Josh Fernandez
Josh Fernandez
Engineer
Anneliese Parenti
Anneliese Parenti
Engineer
Justin Bartlett
Justin Bartlett
Engineer
Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You were cutting it close Hope you're glad that you made it You were checkin' the pulse To find that it was still beating When you caved Baring all of your heart, it's inflated Just so you know, so it's understood this means nothing to me Why celebrate? I want to die and I really mean it And I want to kill the conversation You want to keep it alive and well I want to kill the conversation You want to keep it alive and well Look at yourself, coming for blood Callin' my name, drag it through the mud Playing the game, thinkin' you won I got my life back You're talking it over I already know it's much too late Let's let it surrender Waving the whitest flag they made You misread the chip on my shoulder You're pulling me closer But what if I fight back? You've been chasing a ghost Taking swings for the fences It's a little morose When you know I'm defenseless What can I say? I had my pride but it's now defeated I want to kill the conversation You want to keep it alive and well I want to kill the conversation You want to keep it alive and well Look at yourself, coming for blood Callin' my name, drag it through the mud Playing the game, thinkin' you won I got my life back You're talking it over I already know it's much too late Let's let it surrender Waving the whitest flag they made You misread the chip on my shoulder You're pulling me closer But what if I fight back?
Writer(s): Andy Slaymaker, Dennis Wilson, Erik Petersen, Jon Simmons, Matt Warner, Will Yip Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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