Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kenny Chesney
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Osborne
Songwriter
Sam Hunt
Songwriter
Shane McAnally
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Chesney
Producer
Buddy Cannon
Producer
Ben Terry
Assistant Engineer
Butch Carr
Additional Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gordon Hammond
Assistant Engineer
Guillaume Robert
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Netti
Assistant Engineer
Justin Francis
Assistant Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Leland Elliott
Assistant Engineer
Lowell Reynolds
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Yarborough
Assistant Engineer
Natthaphol Abhigantaphand
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Nick Spezia
Assistant Engineer
P. J. Fenech
Assistant Recording Engineer
Paul Bowman
Assistant Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Engineer
Shelley Anderson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Sorrel Lavigne
Assistant Engineer
Taylor Pollert
Assistant Engineer
Tony Castle
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I turn the TV off, to turn it on again
Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around
Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake
Talking to myself, anything to make a sound
I told you I wouldn't call
I told you I wouldn't care
But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere
I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder (colder)
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
You can say we're done the way you always do
It's easier to lie to me than to yourself (yourself)
Forget about your friends
You know they're gonna say We're bad for each other
But we ain't good for anyone else (anyone else, anyone else)
I told you I wouldn't call
I told you I wouldn't care
But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere
I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
We don't have to miss each other, come over
We don't have to fix each other, come over
You don't have to say forever, come over
You don't have to stay forever, come over
I told you I wouldn't call
I told you I wouldn't care
But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere
I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
Writer(s): Shane L. Mcanally, Josh Osborne, Sam Lawry Hunt
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