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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ROLE MODEL
ROLE MODEL
Vocals
Laufey
Laufey
Vocals
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Trumpet
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Acoustic Guitar
Dylan Day
Dylan Day
Electric Guitar
Jacob Jeffries
Jacob Jeffries
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Songwriter
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Songwriter
Tucker Pillsbury
Tucker Pillsbury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Producer
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Producer
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Mixing Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You were a brand new, blue jean, picket on the front lawn
A reason just to get off the floor
From a friend to a stranger, a simple rearranger
Should I even open that door?
 
It was a Sunday morning hanging by a shoelace
Felt like you were starting a war
Now you're changing, and moving, I'll take my ass to Houston
Cause I don't think you love me anymore
 
You were a headache, somedays, but surely no one’s perfect
Well loving you’s like doing a chore
Instead of blaming and bruising, and watching what I’m losing
I don't think I love you anymore
 
And if this is my goodbye
It's been the longest of my life
I see my shoes have been filled
And still, all I can hope is that he's treating you nice
 
I see the new man you're holding, the bar is finally closing
I don't know what I'm bugging you for
Between the silence and the mileage, the feelings you were hiding
I don't think you love me anymore
And I don't think I love you anymore
But I don’t think I’ll ever be so sure
Written by: Mason Stoops, Noah Conrad, Tucker Pillsbury
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