Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Wilkinson
Songwriter
Emmy Mack
Songwriter
Stevie Knight
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stevie Knight
Producer
Texty
Dear sir or madam
Back at the bottom
You know they say the weather's nice this time of year
Place feels like home now
Think I've forgotten
How often I've found myself ending up back here
(It's just a quick trip)
Down that rabbit hole
Where thoughts always go
(It's just a quick trip)
Same toxic reverie
Awful end to me
Yours respectfully
I'm feeling worthless
Probably deserve this
So I might walk alone through this dark alley home
Praying to no one
Something or someone just puts me down
Hey I miss ya, wish you well
Postcard from a living hell
P.S. I'm drinking
To drown the failure
'Cause I've fucked up again like you would not believe
Guilt like an anchor
Pulling me under
My foot's so far inside my mouth it's hard to breathe
Down that rabbit hole
Where thoughts always go
Same toxic reverie
Awful end to me
Yours faithfully
I'm feeling worthless
Probably deserve this
So I might walk alone through this dark alley home
Praying to no one
Something or someone just puts me down
Hey I miss ya, wish you well
Postcard from a living hell
Hey I miss ya, wish you well
Postcard from a living hell
I'm feeling worthless
Probably deserve this
So I might walk alone through this dark alley home
Praying to no one
Something or someone just puts me down
Hey I miss ya, wish you well
Postcard from a living hell
So I might walk alone through this dark alley home
Just put me down
Hey I miss ya, wish you well
Postcard from a living hell
Written by: Craig Wilkinson, Emmy Mack, Stevie Knight