Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Kelly-Atkinson
Songwriter
Martin Ryan
Songwriter
Texty
Take a step back man
You're way too close
I don't mean to sound rude
Or a bit verbose
But it's been
Been days since I heard her speak
I haven't slept in months
And never mind the weeks now
Waking up here in your old room
That smells like you
And your sh*t perfume
But I'd be right at home
Right at home
I'd rather wake up here
Than wake up alone again
You know we're living on some borrowed time
Forget about the brevity and peace of mind
We're flying far too close to the sun
With wings soaked in booze
But f*ck it it was fun
And my only ask is that
You think of me
When you're climbing out of bed
Eight days a week
Summer wasn't bad
Winter will be bleak
I really wouldn't care if I never
Heard you speak again
And I've been paid
and I'm in pain
You're in my way
I'll never call you much of anything
Or call you again
And I've been paid
And I'm in pain
You're in my way
I'll never call you much of anything
Or call you again
Felt every single crack in the road
As we moved and swayed
On the last bus home
Couldn't really see the ebb & flow
Through the fog
On the window
Pick me up and put me down
Despite it all
The world keeps spinning around
There isn't any reason to stay
Chase the night into the day
And I've been paid
And I'm in pain
You're in my way
I'll never call you much of anything
Or call you again
And I've been paid
And I'm in pain
You're in my way
I'll never call you much of anything
Or call you again
Written by: Daniel Kelly-Atkinson, Martin Ryan
