Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Short
Aaron Short
Keyboards
Thomas Powers
Thomas Powers
Vocals
Alisa Xayalith
Alisa Xayalith
Vocals
Jesse Wood
Jesse Wood
Drums
David Beadle
David Beadle
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Short
Aaron Short
Songwriter
Thomas Powers
Thomas Powers
Songwriter
Alisa Xayalith
Alisa Xayalith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Short
Aaron Short
Producer
Olly Harmer
Olly Harmer
Additional Engineer
Thomas Powers
Thomas Powers
Producer
Billy Bush
Billy Bush
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All of my dreams tear at the seams
Frayed all over the place
Thought it was good, everything where it should be
Around me
[Verse 2]
All that depends on where it ends
It ends
Did you pretend, or maybe not comprehend?
Procrastination, baby, are you agitated lately?
[Verse 3]
Cut it up, it's fucked, you say it's useless
Just a couple figures for the different uses
Here it comes, the sum of all excuses
Easier to stay, the old refuses
[Verse 4]
Today, today, you say it's useless
(Spread it thin, make it bend)
Just a couple figures for the different uses
(Help me save him, make the ends)
[Verse 5]
Here it comes, the sum of all excuses
(I got things to feed, to reimburse)
And where did you think I got these bruises?
(And I'm sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse)
[Verse 6]
Cut it up, it's fucked, you say it's useless
(Spread it thin, make it bend)
Just a couple figures for the different uses
(Help me save him, make the ends)
[Verse 7]
Here it comes, the sum of all excuses
(I got things to feed, to reimburse)
Where did you think I got these bruises?
(And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse)
[Verse 8]
Today, today, you say it's useless
(Spread it thin, make it bend)
Just a couple figures for the different uses
(Help me save him, make the ends)
[Verse 9]
Here it comes, the sum of all excuses
(I got things to feed, to reimburse)
Where did you think I got these bruises?
(And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse)
[Verse 10]
Today, today, you say it's useless
(Spread it thin, make it bend)
Just a couple figures for the different uses
(Help me save him, make the ends)
[Verse 11]
Here it comes, the sum of all excuses
(I got things to feed, to reimburse)
Where did you think I got these bruises?
(And he's sick, I'm alone and it's getting worse)
Written by: Aaron Short, Alisa Xayalith, Thomas Powers
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