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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Pope
Max Pope
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Pope
Max Pope
Composer
Riley MacIntyre
Riley MacIntyre
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Riley MacIntyre
Riley MacIntyre
Producer

Lyrics

It was over by the time that I caught up
Didn’t wanna say it out loud
They were blocking out the light in the doorway
Still talking I’m starting to drown
I was bouncing off the walls on the Sunday
By Monday knocking them down
And I guess we’re all trying to feel something
But nothing is all that’s around
We only talk at night
We speak in spells that break in the morning light
And we don’t walk we drive
Red lights blur our insight
but it feels alright
Alright
I’m stuck at the borderline
Losing what I thought was mine
What a waste of time
What a waste of time
I’m stuck at the borderline
Losing what I thought was mine
What a waste of time
What a waste of time
She was slipping through the cracks on the corner
When I saw her lost in the crowd
When I’m standing in the sun I get nothing
Just touching my feet on the ground
And I was only trying to feel something
Let love in it wasn’t around
Don’t tell me
Is it even allowed?
We only talk at night
We speak in spells that break in the morning light
And we don’t walk we drive
Red lights blur our insight
but it feels alright
Alright
I’m stuck at the borderline
Losing what I thought was mine
What a waste of time
What a waste of time
I’m stuck at the borderline
Losing what I thought was mine
What a waste of time
What a waste of time
Written by: Max Pope, Riley MacIntyre
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