Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
m.e.h.
Performer
Megan Hammond
Vocals
Hannah Pope
Guitar
Andrew King
Bass Guitar
Taylor O'Neal
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Megan Hammond
Songwriter
Pieper Beats
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wesley Reno
Engineer
Lyrics
A lot of wasted time on State Street
Some kind of twisted little fantasy
I thought that love would-be real honey-sweet
It seems like life just ain't a rhapsody
My heart was my own sanctuary
Until the fourteenth of February
What is a valentine
I guess I'll never know
He started out a friend of mine
But they always seem to go
What is a valentine
Red flags you can ignore
It's something I romanticized
I fell through a trap door
Convinced myself that I was lovestruck
So out of control- like I'm going to hydroplane
That kind of shit is so fucked up
Had me suffocating- like I'm breathing in novacane
I knew it had to be temporary
Just for the fourteenth of February
The void I felt
No love for myself
My heart, my soul
I cherish them more
Your Valentine's day
Is simply my fourteenth of February
What is a valentine
I guess I'll never know
He started out a friend of mine
But they always seem to go
What is a valentine
Red flags you can ignore
It's something I romanticized
I fell through a trap door
Written by: Megan Hammond, Pieper Beats