Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Crean
Electric Bass Guitar
Jeremy Silverman
Drums
Sean Buckley
Guitar
Seth Wells
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Crean
Songwriter
Jeremy Silverman
Songwriter
Sean Buckley
Songwriter
Seth Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Crean
Mixing Engineer
Grady Dionne
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Many people, they come around
From the sidewalks and underground
Your soul predicts the foray
Sold your clothes
I wish you could stay
Fill the room with absent misery
Tell yourself "it's hip hypocrisy"
You're so late
I'd wish to doubt you
Saw you laugh
I don't know what to do
Had you over
It was summer
It was so late
It was over
Felt afraid to say
Watch it all melt inside of you
Fed the fame
You thought I'd assume
Lock the doors to meet your fake friends
Tell it off
"One day" comes for you
Wrote the song
I fake the same virtue
It's my favorite shame
Had you over
It was summer
It was so late
It was over
Felt afraid to say
Watch it all melt inside of you
Fed the fame
You thought I'd assume
Lock the doors to meet your fake friends
Tell it off
"One day" comes for you
Wrote the song
I fake the same virtue
It's my favorite shame
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