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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Format
The Format
Performer
Sam Means
Sam Means
Piano
R. Walt Vincent
R. Walt Vincent
Bass
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nate Ruess
Nate Ruess
Songwriter
Sam Means
Sam Means
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Lepley
Aaron Lepley
Assistant Engineer
Austen Lund
Austen Lund
Assistant Engineer
Mike Glines
Mike Glines
Assistant Engineer
R. Walt Vincent
R. Walt Vincent
Producer
Josh Turner
Josh Turner
Producer
Tom Rothrock
Tom Rothrock
Mixing Engineer
Michael Tarantino
Michael Tarantino
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Forgive me you cut out again
It seems so easy just to blame the reception
There's something wrong
I don't know why
Why you, you never say goodnight
So please just leave
You don't mean that much to me
You keep the ring
I'll take those Saturdays in bed
Cause I know you need them
As for me it's nothing new just another two years
I wish we'd always wake up new
Refreshed and born again with nothing left to lose
But we dream too much
Who needs a crutch
Pull off the bandage, there's no wound
So please just leave
You don't mean that much to me
Give back the ring
Keep all those summers with your friends
Cause you know you need them
As for me it's nothing new just another two years
Well I'm here losing sleep
Your sore thumb
Your best defense is miles from home
Oh and it reads like a letter, with the words
All broken erased them with a razor blade
'Cause you're gone
I was lost then I found you
But I'm breaking down now that
Your sore thumb
Your best defense is miles from home
Oh and it reads like a letter, with the words
All broken erased them with a razor blade
'Cause you're gone
You're gone
Written by: Nate Ruess, Sam Means
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