Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Florence Arman
Florence Arman
Lead Vocals
Johannes Römer
Johannes Römer
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Florence Arman
Florence Arman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johannes Römer
Johannes Römer
Producer

Lyrics

Now where's your beloved logic
When we're in love and yet here we are
Glad you're keeping yourself busy with projects
Even if they're called Julia
Now what, I'm supposed to put my life on hold
In case you magically evolve
But you're just out getting drunk with our friends
And it's kinda hard to watch from my brother's guest bed
Now I cover my eyelids in charcoal
'Cause I need hide somewhere
You dropped me out of the palm of your hand
and I died and I dyed my hair
Still remember the feeling of my house key in the lock
Sorting through old tenants' letters in front of the letterbox
Now the next time that I'm standing there is
When I through my key inside
I've been hanging on to it for months
It's the only thing left that ties me to you
Told you I can't put my life on hold
You said 'thats fine, then just let go'
But the worst thing is that you don't care
If I'm with or without you, I'm here or I'm there
I moved mountains to get close to you
You moved in your own way
I moved countries to get over you
While Julia's moved into our place
And now she's living the life that I led
And it's kinda hard to watch from my brother's guest bed
It's degrading to be loved when you begged
So I'll wait and I'll wait and I'll wait 'til I'm dead
Written by: Florence Arman
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