Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kelsea Ballerini
Lead Vocals
Alysa Vanderheym
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alysa Vanderheym
Songwriter
Kelsea Ballerini
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kelsea Ballerini
Producer
Alysa Vanderheym
Producer
Mike Stankiewicz
Recording Engineer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Charles Haydon Hicks
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Luke Burgoyne
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andrew Darby
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Luke Armentrout
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Taylor Chadwick
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
We moved to a place with a view off of 8th Avenue after we said I do
And we watched cars of bachelorettes, 2 a.m. cigarettes and traffic headed downtown
And the interstate was so loud, there was a lot it had to drown out
We played the part five nights, but we were never there on the weekends, baby
We got along real nice, but when I left town, did you hate me?
One day, the curtain started coming down
I changed the second we were moving out
I guess wrong can look alright
When you're playing home in a penthouse, baby
I bought the house with a fence, enough room for some kids, a backyard for Dibs
And I thought that would make it all better, and maybe forever wouldn't feel like the walls closing in
'Cause how does that even make sense?
Now that I think about it, it never did
We played the part five nights, but we were never there on the weekends, baby
We got along real nice, but when I left town, did you hate me?
One day, the curtain started coming down
You changed the second we were moving out
I guess wrong can look alright
When you're playing home in a penthouse, baby
'Cause we were playing home in a penthouse, baby
It hurts putting shit in a box
And now we don't talk
And it stings rolling up the welcome mat
Knowing you got half
I kissed someone new last night
But now I don't know where you're sleeping, baby
We got along real nice, until I wanted out, now I know you hate me
One day, the curtain started coming down
We changed the second we were moving out
I guess wrong can look alright
When you're playing home in a penthouse, baby
We were playing home in a penthouse, baby, mmm
I just bought the house that we saw
You said it was wrong, I wanted it all along
Writer(s): Alysa Vanderheym, Kelsea Ballerini
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