Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Minch
Vocals
Mason Stoops
Acoustic Guitar
Benny Bock
Keyboards
Alix Page
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Minch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Will Maclellan
Recording Engineer
Tony Berg
Producer
Mike Mogis
Mixing Engineer
Pat Sullivan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You were the only one of us with no addiction gene
We were never really friends, I was turning eighteen
One day, you wake up and realize they're not funny, they're mean
And it changed things
[Verse 2]
You were running up on Sunset, selling your drugs
We were laughing in the kitchen, pissing Mom off
I was lying over nothing, you were honest to a fault
And it changed things
[Chorus]
I don't wanna talk for you
You've lived enough for the two of us
Oh, but when I talk to you
I can't help thinking about how good it was
[Verse 3]
Mom knew it would happen before it did
And she warned us once, we weren't listening
The mantle came down and we ran down the street
When I left there in August and it changed things
[Chorus]
I don't wanna talk for you
You've hurt enough for the two of us
When I talk to you
I just hear sleeping bags and you choking up
[Bridge]
I have this dream where I am back at the old house
And I am running upstairs and I am getting you out
You are ten years old and I put you on my back with a birthday bag
[Verse 4]
You were saving up your money to see me now
And I hid it well, but you found me out
You were going through my dressers and screaming at me
I started laughing at you, and it
[Chorus]
I don't get to talk for you
You've said enough for the two of us
Oh, but when I talk to you
You stand on all the things that I forgot
[Bridge]
Cold street, cold lawn, cold door open
I found you upstairs just laughing
Warm room, cold Mom, you talk, I draw
I'm not doing well, you know, you help
[Bridge]
I have this dream where I am back at the old house
And I am running up those stairs, I am getting you out
You are ten years old and I put you on my back with a birthday bag
[Outro]
I feel it when I'm talking and you punch my arm
That I'm never gonna make it past the Braddicks' lawn
I don't know where I am going, but I know that I think
It might, it might
Change things
Written by: Jake Minch