Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Home Team
Performer
Brian Butcher
Lead Vocals
John Baran
Electric Guitar
Ryne Olson
Bass Guitar
Skyler Acord
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Butcher
Songwriter
Daniel Matson
Songwriter
John Baran
Songwriter
Ryne Olson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skyler Acord
Producer
Lyrics
Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps
Watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?
Stop in for a bit
Take a seat, have a drink, get comfortable
I know what you like
And I know that it's so hard to find
Don't scratch that itch
It's not easy to be flexible
But I can't lie, I admit that
I've been wasting all my time
What's worse
Sitting on your front steps
Watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?
(Y-you don't mean shit!)
What mistake is ever to be made
When you're following your dreams
And it's nothing what it seemed at all?
I don't know if I'm made in the shade
Or patiently in wait for nothing (for nothing, yeah)
You're good at finding the right excuse
But you don't like it when you do
Stop in for a bit
Take a seat, have a drink, get comfortable
I know what you like
And I know that it's so hard to find
Don't scratch that itch
It's not easy to be flexible
But I can't lie, I admit that
I've been wasting all my time
Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps
Watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?
I could sit here forever with nothing to say
I could sit here forever and waste away
It's funny how it all works out the same
(I could sit here forever with nothing to say)
And maybe it's enough to go insane
(I could sit here forever and waste away)
Stop in for a bit
Take a seat, have a drink, get comfortable
I know what you like
And I know that it's so hard to find
Don't scratch that itch, it's not easy to be flexible
But I can't lie, I admit that
I've been wasting all my time
Oh, what's worse
Sitting on your front steps
Watching all your friends get rich
Or waking up with an emptiness in your chest
Knowing that you don't mean shit?
I could sit here forever with nothing to say
I could sit here forever and waste away
I could sit here forever with nothing to say
I could sit here forever and waste away
Writer(s): Ryne Olson, Brian Butcher, Daniel Matson, John Baran
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