Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ken Yates
Guitar
Daniel Ledwell
Piano
Breagh Isabel
Background Vocals
Jenn Grant
Background Vocals
Joshua Van Tassel
Drums
Kinley Dowling
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ken Yates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Ledwell
Producer
Philip Shaw Bova
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Thanks for the notice it was nice to be invited
I was elated to see something but the inside of my eyelids
Building an empire from my sadness, a haunted house of selfishness
There's ghosts in my inventions of the vampires at my door
You were sleeping in the back of a sprinter van at the Capital Ballroom
Living that life still while you can
Running on gas station coffee and still dreaming pretty lofty
Killing strangers with your kindness and talking shit behind their back
He showed up with his collar facing high
Smoking an e-cigarette in a BMW X5
And then you asked me what's the difference between that and a porcupine?
The pricks are in the inside and one's welcome in my house
And out west they're writing freedom in the snow
On 70 acres of private land they love to call their own
Screaming the kingdom will befall us like they're fucking William Wallace
Heroes for the suburbs and the narcissists on highs
The heavenly father gave us all some daddy issues
Criminal negligence that holy water's cold when it first hits you
Everyone in here's making problems
Hoping someone else will solve em
The greatest resolutions never make it home from the bar
I'm in Toronto writing love songs for other cities
Subliminal messaging myself to find somewhere that better suits me
You say that everywhere's the same
Just some roads with different names
But you've gotta keep some romance for the second part of life
And it's getting loud in here
I think I'll go
It's getting loud in here
I think I'll go
Written by: Ken Yates