Hudební video
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Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ava Valianti
Performer
Toledo
Guitar
Tate Pinyochon
Guitar
Chris Plante
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ava Valianti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tate Pinyochon
Producer
Modslee
Producer
Jon Rezin
Mastering Engineer
Texty
I hurt more than I'd like to admit
But I'll always go along with the bit
I'll never forget when you told me
"When people make jokes they're supposed to be funny"
I say I too much which isn't so good
And think of other people way more than I should
People pleasing is just as self-focused
As narcissism and now I've taken notice
Oh it hurts oh it hurts oh it hurts to look inward
I'm not mean I'm not mean I'm not mean I'm just immature
When I turn on the TV
In the flaws, that's where I see me
All their shitty behavior
Makes me feel like less of a failure
All rights reserved
On the version of me I no longer deserve
And guess what? I'm without intermission
Am I worth the price of admission?
My whole life's the punchline, that's how it's starting to feel
My favorite movie's Truman Show and isn't that ideal
Cause I always pretend cameras lurk
Whenever I make a wrong turn
Waiting for the viewers to skewer me
My stomach churns relentlessly
Thinking about me while the world starts to end
Feeling like I'm "Ted Mosby, architect"
Don't break character now, I was doing so well, I was carefree
Have to keep convincing myself I'm not sad I'm just an angsty teen
When I turn on the TV
In the flaws, that's where I see me
All their shitty behavior
Makes me feel like less of a failure
All rights reserved
On the version of me I no longer deserve
And guess what? I'm without intermission
Am I worth the price of admission?
We're all laughing
Is it with me or at me?
Such loud laughing
Nothing's that funny
We're all laughing
Is it with me or at me?
Such loud laughing
Such loud laughing
Such loud laughing
Is it with me or at me?
When I turn on the TV
In the flaws, that's where I see me
All their shitty behavior
Makes me feel like less of a failure
All rights reserved
On the version of me I no longer deserve
And guess what? I'm without intermission
Am I worth the price of admission
Am I worth the price?
Written by: Ava Valianti

