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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robyn Ottolini
Robyn Ottolini
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robyn Ottolini
Robyn Ottolini
Songwriter
Emily Reid
Emily Reid
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jarrod Ingram
Jarrod Ingram
Producer
Mark Schroor
Mark Schroor
Producer
Blake Hubbard
Blake Hubbard
Producer
Erik Fintelman
Erik Fintelman
Producer

Lyrics

It doesn't matter how far you go down that open road To try to out run the thought of me You can sleep with a million girls, tell them they're your world When you look in their eyes all you'll see is me You can put up a fight Stay out with your friends all night But you're gonna find, whatever you do I ain't gonna burn out Like your Marlboro red, no Safe to say I'm fireproof You can burn every picture of us Every shirt I forgot in your drawer Go ahead and set fire to your bed And hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor But you can't incinerate what you keep on reminiscing There's no getting away from every thought of me Everything that we had you can turn it to ash, but There's no match for my memory You can find a new county line, you can drink it dry But you know you'll end up calling me You can win yourself a million bucks, go buy bigger truck But you'll still see me in the shotgun seat Every year you get older There's a new girl crying on your shoulder But what you feel for me ain't gonna smoulder, nah You can burn every picture of us Every shirt I forgot in your drawer Go ahead and set fire to your bed And hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor But you can't incinerate what you keep on reminiscing There's no getting away from every thought of me Everything that we had you can turn it to ash, but There's no match for my memory Oh no Doesn't matter how much gas you pour You'll always see me walking out the door And I bet it chills you to your core Burn those polaroids from your 21st Don't forget the mixtape I made back when I was yours Go ahead and set fire to your bed And hope it spreads to where we danced on your kitchen floor But you can't incinerate what you keep on reminiscing There's no getting away from every thought of me Everything that we had you can turn it to ash, but There's no match for my memory Oh no, there's no match for my memory You'll remember me You'll remember me
Writer(s): Emily Reid, Robyn Ottolini Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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