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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vilamoura
Songwriter
Joshua Valdez
Songwriter
Cory Brunnemann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Brunnemann
Producer
Lyrics
Old wounds
What am I doing here
Old news
Facing my deepest fears
Bury them deeper
Til they suffocate
Don't let them see you afraid
But I can't think straight
The mirror doesn't even show my face
And I can't escape
There's always something in my way
Maybe I'm bitter
And maybe I gave up on you
Like you gave up on me
Maybe I'll never
Let go of how you let go of everything
You ever made me believe
No use
Always under my skin
Like it's somehow where you fit
I can't change or escape
I can't love when I hate you
(And I know I fucking made you)
I built a home so you could burn it down
Cause all you wanted was to live without anyone
Maybe I'm bitter
And maybe I gave up on you
Like you gave up on me
Maybe I'll never
Let go of how you let go of everything
You ever made me believe
Wouldn't care what it takes to cut you loose
I'd jump into my grave to bury you
Just let go, like how you let go of everything You ever made
I changed my shape when you could not adjust
You ran away when I was lost
And now you wonder why I cut you off
You're an infection without a cure
I've been dragging everything for years through your bullshit
I never learn
How am I supposed to find a better way
When you're resigned to give in the moment you see defeat
You're bleeding misery, I need to see relief
Maybe I've been getting hostile
Cause everything we ever fought for
Always goes up in smoke
And I never let you go
Yeah I'm fucking
Bitter
And maybe I gave up on you
Like you gave up on me
Maybe I'll never
Let go of how you let go of everything
You ever made me believe
Wouldn't care what it takes to cut you loose
I'd jump into my grave to bury you
Just let go, like how you let go of everything You ever made
Writer(s): Corey Brunneman, Johnathan Sotomayor, Joshua Huber, Joshua Valdez, Mikah Shipman, Payton Holekamp, Tony Lerma
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