Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Jones
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Duke Jones
Lyrics
Jack Rauton
Lyrics
Jack Hummel
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Hitt "IQ"
Producer
Michael Carrol
Producer
Erik Pederson
Producer
Lyrics
How long will you sit in that driveway
rethinking everything you said
You lost love you didn’t deserved in the first place
Nobody left to blame but yourself
Ooh, good luck with that fresh start
Cause ooh, each time you’ll think there’s a spark
It’s always
wet matches, broke glasses
Look who read it wrong again
Sew the patches, use elastic
it’ll wear right through your skin
She ripped it out, but you knew better
It’s too late, to say whatever
Board it up, nail it down
You’re outta luck, It’s her heart now
they say whiskey drowns the memory
somehow yours still stays afloat
i know your ghost is here to haunt me
it’s in every song ive ever wrote
ooh it’s gonna kill me if it catches fire
but ohh these flames won’t get any higher
with these
wet matches, broke glasses
Look who read it wrong again
Sew the patches, use elastic
it’ll wear right through your skin
She ripped it out, but you knew better
It’s too late, to say whatever
Board it up, nail it down
You’re outta luck, It’s her heart now
it’s her heart now
mmm, with these
wet matches, broke glasses
Look who read it wrong again
Sew the patches, use elastic
it’ll wear right through your skin
She ripped it out, but you knew better
It’s too late, to say whatever
Board it up, nail it down
You’re outta luck, It’s her heart now
it’s her heart now
Written by: Duke Jones, Jack Hummel, Jack Rauton