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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Trepanier
Max Trepanier
Harmony Vocals
Philip Hulan
Philip Hulan
Guitar
Aidan Morris
Aidan Morris
Guitar
Christian Lascelles
Christian Lascelles
Drums
Arthur Araujo
Arthur Araujo
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Trepanier
Max Trepanier
Songwriter
Philip Hulan
Philip Hulan
Songwriter
Aidan Morris
Aidan Morris
Songwriter
Christian Lascelles
Christian Lascelles
Songwriter
Arthur Araujo
Arthur Araujo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas D'Arcy
Thomas D'Arcy
Producer
Dan Weston
Dan Weston
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hoped you'd remember
I was in the other room
Blending in with plants and other shadows that linger
By the door, wondering where you went
Judged by all of the picture frames
Strangers who don't care for my name
A houseful of would be lovers
Yet I can't find the guts to say a thing
Ain't this amusing?
Talking to the walls
They're going to find me out
They're going to see me drown
And it feels like I'm just losing myself
Biting my tongue not to talk out of time
Wasting nights with me, myself, and lies
Can't sink much deeper
Into this couch, this room
The weight of glazed eyes looming
Through hazy lights the butterflies spill
Out of my stomach and ruin my clothes (my clothes), my hair (my hair)
All the facades I like to wear
Another house feeling stranger
And I can't find the right words to save face
Ain't this amusing?
Talking to the walls
They're going to find me out
They're going to see me drown
And it feels like I'm just losing myself
Biting my tongue not to talk out of time
Wasting nights with me, myself, and lies
Just me, myself, and lies
Oh me, myself, and lies
Oh lies
They're going to find me out
They're going to see me drown
And it feels like I'm just losing myself
Biting my tongue not to talk out of time
Wasting nights with me, myself, and lies
Written by: Aidan Morris, Arthur Araujo, Christian Lascelles, Max Trepanier, Philip Hulan
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