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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Vocals
P!nk
P!nk
Vocals
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Guitar
Nathan Barlowe
Nathan Barlowe
Background Vocals
Jerry Flowers
Jerry Flowers
Background Vocals
Boy Matthews
Boy Matthews
Background Vocals
Cleo Tighe
Cleo Tighe
Background Vocals
Mich Hansen
Mich Hansen
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Boy Matthews
Boy Matthews
Songwriter
Cleo Tighe
Cleo Tighe
Songwriter
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Songwriter
Mitch Hansen
Mitch Hansen
Songwriter
Peter Wallevik
Peter Wallevik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Co-Producer
PhD
PhD
Producer
Cutfather
Cutfather
Producer
Dan McCarroll
Dan McCarroll
Co-Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Marco Sonzini
Marco Sonzini
Recording Engineer
Nicolas Weilmann
Nicolas Weilmann
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Recording Engineer
Spencer Clarke
Spencer Clarke
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah I don't remember much about last night Woke up on a couch sunrise Saw the living room Through these bloodshot eyes of mine Cold sober You didn't like that I come home late 4 a.m. but it's a Friday, babe And I've been working hard Can't you give me some space 'Stead of shouting out, "Oh my God" Whoa, oh yeah Whoa, oh yeah I go out with some new friends But it just makes me miss you more More I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong? I know I'm proud But I've had one too many Come take me home So now I'm the one that's crying I didn't wanna call 'cause I didn't wanna fight I swear that I was trying, yeah But everybody falls when their head's a little high And I've never meant to get so out my mind With you playing cool, just pretending it's fine Oh, we've been 'round, 'round, 'round this Too many times before Whoa, oh yeah Whoa, oh yeah I go out with some new friends But it just makes me miss you more More I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong? I know I'm proud But I've had one too many Come take me home I don't know how lucky How lucky I am, I am, I am, no I guess sometimes I should give more of a damn A damn, a damn about you I don't know how lucky How lucky I am, I am, I am, no I know we're both stubborn Push each other's buttons I'd rather do it with you, but I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone, yeah And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong? I know I'm proud But I've had one too many Come take me home Come take me home Yeah, I've had one too many
Writer(s): Peter Wallevik, Mich Hansen, Daniel Davidsen, Cleo Tighe, Boy Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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