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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lewis Capaldi
Vocals
Peter Kelleher
Bass Guitar
Ben Kohn
Piano
Vern Asbury
Guitar
Thomas Barnes
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lewis Capaldi
Songwriter
Nick Atkinson
Songwriter
Ben Kohn
Songwriter
Peter Kelleher
Songwriter
Thomas Barnes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TMS
Producer
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rob Vosgien
Mastering Engineer
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Waking up too early, static on the TV
Dressed in all the clothes I had on
When yesterday decided I didn't need to fight
With the hours and the seconds no more
Doing all the things that I'm supposed to
Working every day the way that most do
Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through
But you know, you know, you know
That if I'm being honest
I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret
And the things I should have said
To the ones I laid to rest
And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading
Man, growing old is so excruciating
Is there a cure for minds unwell?
'Cause my heads a living hell
If I'm honest with myself
Stumble as I'm leaving, one foot takes the lead
Second seems to struggle to find
A solitary reason to continue seeking
Any use in walking this line
Doing all the things that I'm supposed to
Working every day the way that most do
Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through
But you know, you know, you know
That if I'm being honest
I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret
And the things I should have said
To the ones I laid to rest
And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading
Man, growing old is so excruciating
Is there a cure for minds unwell?
'Cause my heads a living hell
If I'm honest with myself
So how am I supposed to see an end
To my all consuming constant fear and dread
When I can't even seem to make it out of bed?
Yeah, if I'm being honest
I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping 'cause the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret
And the things I should have said
To the ones I laid to rest
And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading
Man, growing old is so excruciating
Is there a cure for minds unwell?
'Cause my heads a living hell
If I'm honest with myself
Writer(s): Nicholas William Atkinson, Lewis Marc Capaldi
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