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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Rhythm Guitar
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Drums
Jay James
Jay James
Bass Guitar
Michael Paget
Michael Paget
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Lyrics
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Producer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer
Ginge Martin
Ginge Martin
Engineer
Jeff Rose
Jeff Rose
Engineer
Tom Manning
Tom Manning
Assistant Recording Engineer
Simon Jones
Simon Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Darren Jones
Darren Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kevin Bosley
Kevin Bosley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell
But guess what honey, you ain't no angel
You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Well, go ahead take your best shot, woman
I want to leave you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, it's not that easy
[Verse 2]
We get so complicated (Complicated)
This finger's for our memories
[Verse 3]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Memories
[Verse 4]
I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell
This can't be Heaven, it feels like I'm in Hell
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, you're not that good for me
[Verse 5]
We get so complicated (Complicated)
This finger's for our memories
[Verse 6]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Just bittersweet memories
[Verse 7]
We get so complicated (Complicated)
This finger's for our memories
We get so complicated (Complicated)
[Verse 8]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
[Verse 9]
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say
Written by: Don Gilmore, Matthew Tuck
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