Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Schwarzenbach
Vocals
Chris Bauermeister
Bass Guitar
Pfahler
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pfahler
Songwriter
Blake Schwarzenbach
Songwriter
Chris Bauermeister
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jawbreaker
Producer
Rob Cavallo
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Jerry Finn
Mixing Engineer
Neill King
Engineer
Lyrics
What's the furthest place from here?
It hasn't been my day
For a couple years
What's a couple more?
And if I go, don't forget
The one good thing I almost did
I learned your name without words
I used my eyes, not my hands
What's the closest you can come
To an almost total wreck
And still walk away
All limbs intact?
And when I go, you'll be there
Crying out, begging me
I won't hear, I'll just go fast
Into this night on broken legs
A near miss or a close call
I keep a room at the hospital
I scratch my accidents into the wall
I couldn't wait to breathe your breath
I cut in line, I bled to death
I got to you, there was nothing left
What's the meanest you can be
To the one you claim to love
And still smile to your
Your new-found friends?
In the same confusing breath
You pull away and draw me in
I wanted you, you wanted more
I built this life and now it's mine
A near miss or a close call
I keep a room at the hospital
I scratch my accidents into the wall
I couldn't wait to breathe your breath
I cut in line, I bled to death
I got to you, there was nothing left
A near miss or a close call
I keep a room at the hospital
I scratch my accidents into the wall
I couldn't wait to breathe your breath
I cut in line, I bled to death
I got to you, there was nothing left
I got to you, there was nothing left
I got to you, there was nothing left
I got to you, there was nothing left
Writer(s): Alexander Blake Schwarzenbach
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