Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elliott Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Paul Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elliott Smith
Producer
Tom Rothrock
Producer
Rob Schnapf
Producer
Alan Sanderson
Assistant Engineer
Doug Boehm
Assistant Engineer
Richard Barron
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Ahh
Thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love
Then ignore, put out and put away
And so, you'd soon be leaving me
Alone, like I'm supposed to be
Tonight, tomorrow and everyday
There's nothing here that you'll miss
I can guarantee you this
Is a cloud of smoke trying to occupy space?
What a fucking joke, what a fucking joke, hmm
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I waited for a bus to separate the both of us
And take me off far away from you
'Cause my feelings never change a bit
I always feel like shit
I don't know why, I guess that I just do
You once talked to me about love
And you painted pictures of a never Neverland
And I could've gone to that place
But I didn't understand
I didn't understand, I didn't understand, hmm
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Writer(s): Steven P. Smith
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