Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NOTD
NOTD
Performer
Riley Biederer
Riley Biederer
Vocals
Tobias Danielsson
Tobias Danielsson
Performer
Samuel Brandt
Samuel Brandt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Riley Biederer
Riley Biederer
Composer
Tobias Danielsson
Tobias Danielsson
Composer
Samuel Brandt
Samuel Brandt
Composer
Heather Sommer
Heather Sommer
Composer
Adam Turley
Adam Turley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NOTD
NOTD
Producer
Tobias Danielsson
Tobias Danielsson
Producer
Samuel Brandt
Samuel Brandt
Producer
Miles Walker
Miles Walker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I've been screaming three words in my head Say it under my breath instead 'Cause I don't wanna come on too- Hot and heavy You put on your jeans and I keep reinventing Ways to be around the bush Not obsessing, 'least that's what I tell myself Fuck, but I'm pretending Mm, I try to make colossal feelings look casual Clinging on to my last bit of self-control Mm-mm I've been screaming three words in my head Say it under my breath instead 'Cause I don't wanna come on too- What if it slips off my lips Then everything goes to shit, can't fix it I don't wanna come on too strong But I'm bound to spill my feelings on the dinner table Or in between the drink at the party And I probably could've said it right before you left But I intentionally forget to mention that I love you I'm a cynic Maybe something in the water makes me pessimistic I'm tryna make it all make sense Terrifying, throwing my heart out on the line So I keep it in Mm, I try to make colossal feelings look casual Clinging on to my last bit of self-control Oh, no, no I've been screaming three words in my head Say it under my breath instead 'Cause I don't wanna come on too- What if it slips off my lips Then everything goes to shit, can't fix it I don't wanna come on too strong But I'm bound to spill my feelings on the dinner table Or in between the drink at the party And I probably could've said it right before you left But I intentionally forget to mention that I love you Baby, I'm a walking, stalling, ticking, time-bomb Ghosts I feel in the pockets of the silence They're talking in my sleep Drinking a coffee I've been screaming three words in my head Say it under my breath instead 'Cause I don't wanna come on too- What if it slips off my lips Then everything goes to shit, can't fix it I don't wanna come on too strong But I'm bound to spill my feelings on the dinner table Or in between the drink at the party And I probably could've said it right before you left But I intentionally forget to mention that I love you Love you, babe Love, love you
Writer(s): Samuel Brandt, Riley Biederer, Heather Sommer, Adam Turley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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