Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Daniel
George Daniel
Drums
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Bass Guitar
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Guitar
Bob Reynolds
Bob Reynolds
Tenor Saxophone
John Waugh
John Waugh
Tenor Saxophone
Lemar Guillary
Lemar Guillary
Trombone
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Vocals
Rashwan Ross
Rashwan Ross
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Daniel
George Daniel
Songwriter
Ross MacDonald
Ross MacDonald
Songwriter
Adam Hann
Adam Hann
Songwriter
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Songwriter
John Waugh
John Waugh
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Daniel
George Daniel
Producer
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Recording Engineer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Luke Gibbs
Luke Gibbs
Assistant Recording Engineer
Matty Healy
Matty Healy
Producer
Stephen Sesso
Stephen Sesso
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hello There's a place I've been going There's a place I've been going Now we're clean, it would seem Let's go somewhere I'll be seen As sad as it seems I've seen Greg and he was like "I've seen my friends at the birthday party They were kinda fucked up before it even started They were gonna go to the Pinegrove show They didn't know about all the weird stuff So they just left it" (So they just left it) I was wasted (l was wasted) And cold, minding my business And I've seen the girls and they were all like "Do you wanna come and get fucked up?" Listen, I got myself a missus, says there can't be any kissing "No, don't be a fridge, you better wise up, kid It's all Adderall now, it doesn't make you wanna do it" Single and well I thought that I was stuck in hell In a boring conversation with a girl called Mel 'Bout her friend in Cincinnati called Matty as well Pulled away when I went in for the kiss No, it wasn't a diss You put the tap on to cover up the sound of your piss After four years don't you think I'm over all this? "That's rich from a man who can't shit In a hotel room, he's gotta share for a bit" You make a little hobby out of going to the lobby To get things that they don't have Does it go through ya, when I'm talking to ya? You know that I could sue ya if we're married And you fuck up again Impress myself with stealth and bad health And my wealth and regressive causes Then drink your kombucha, and buy an Ed Ruscha Surely it's a print 'cause I'm not made of it Look, the fucking state of it I came pretty late to it We can still be mates 'cause it's only a picture All your friends in one place Oh, we're a scene, whatever that means I depend on my friends to stay clean As sad as it seems As sad as it seems (Alright) As sad as it seems
Writer(s): Matthew Healy, Ross Macdonald, Adam Hann, George Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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