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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Front Bottoms
Performer
Brian Sella
Vocals
Mathew Uychich
Vocals
Erik Romero
Other Instrument
Natalie Newbold
Additional Vocals
Josh Knowles
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Sella
Songwriter
Mathew Uychich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Front Bottoms
Producer
Erik Romero
Additional Producer
Brett Romnes
Engineer
Gerardo "Jerry" Ordóñez
Engineer
Mauro Castro
Engineer
Mike Sapone
Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Vince Ratti
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
We are smoke
Living on your parent's property
It's a joke
So we don't take it seriously
Fight's not worth the drama, sounds like something that you said
Only bad example's left
All the good ones dead
And to think I was having a mental breakdown
The same time you were painting your walls
Found my love, born to obey her
On the way, I think of kissing you every day
Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
(I don't know where I am)
I don't know where I am
(How did I get here?)
I probably look like a psycho, ohh
They're probably calling the cops on me right now in a universe parallel
And you can tell I was having a nervous breakdown
The same time you were making that call
Found my love, born to obey her
On the way, I think of kissing you every day
Sour but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I gotta make a commitment
And it's stressing me out
One I'm gonna have to live with, 'til I'm under the ground
And I will save it for my deathbed, like I'm reading a vow
Or a police report, feels like a poem somehow
It's all the the time I talk about vacation, like it's all we got in common
Just let me take you on vacation
Just like I promised
I mean, obviously I'm distant
I'm a thousand miles away
Obviously it's tense
There's nothing else to say
I am so loosely connected
In a couple different ways
And I might not act like it
But I think I love the taste
Louder, but I think I like it
Fruit from the profane communion
Who knew I would even try it?
Now I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
I wear camouflage to blend in
It was hard to tell
What it meant and how it felt
Writer(s): John Kelley Lovelace, Chris Dubois, Brad Douglas Paisley
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