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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hayes Warner
Lead Vocals
Jimmy Jansson
Electric Guitar
Jackson Hoffman
Synthesizer
Melody Ray
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hayes Warner
Songwriter
Jimmy Jansson
Songwriter
Lionel Crasta
Songwriter
Evangeline Miele
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Jansson
Producer
Jackson Hoffman
Producer
Ali Dee
Producer
Lionel Crasta
Recording Engineer
Alex Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
There's just something about being liked
Oh, what a high
To be seen as a star in his eyes
A shiny gold prize
Or I'll be anyone to be wanted
I know how to put on a show
And sell the role, and make you start falling hard
(Oh, no) I threw me away to hold you
(Oh, no) God, what a waste
'Cause, you call it love, but I don't relate
The me that you love is someone I hate now
(Oh, no) I threw me away to hold you close
And I guess it's the way I was raised
Be what he wants
So he needs me, keeps me and stays
I hold the cards
I have his heart and I call it safety
But I don't even have myself
So what the hell am I even saying?
(Oh, no) I threw me away to hold you
(Oh, no) God, what a waste
'Cause, you call it love, but I don't relate
The me that you love is someone I hate now
(Oh, no) I threw me away to hold you close
I threw me away to hold you close
Oh, no, I threw me away
Oh, no, God, what a waste
(Oh, no) I threw me away to hold you
(Oh, no) God, what a waste
'Cause, you call it love, but I don't relate (don't relate)
The me that you love is someone I hate now
(Oh, no) I threw me away to hold you close
I threw me away to hold you close (close)
I threw me away to hold you close
Written by: Evangeline Miele, Haley Warner, Jimmy Jansson, Lionel Crasta