Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heidi Sizemore
Background Vocals
Samuel Haupert
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jean Moorman
Songwriter
Jack Sizemore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Sizemore
Producer
Lyrics
They always told me that I would be something
I look in their eyes, they say I'll be nothing
I look in your eyes but they look so empty
Enough with the lies, enough with the pity
Ain't no surprise, you couldn't try
Had to get by, without my life
I could go blind from watching all these fakes in lights
Give me a sign and I might find my way tonight
Don't want no fantasy, less you gon ring
You can get mad at me, thats not a strategy
You can get rid of me, all it takes is just one call
You can't resist the option, guess that's why you're lost
I've been going places far, going places wide
Going to places that you might never find
I've been going high, going low
Finding, reaching, looking for my soul
If I was a preacher man, would you get mad?
Would you still love me instead of your man?
Would I be the one to take you home
Yea you know, I did it all for you
Yea I took you home
Just to make sure you were the one for me
Ohh, never gon go
Never gon be on your soul
Never gon hide the truth from you, you know
You can get burnt by Da Dragon
Give you a wish like I turned to Aladdin
Too aggressive yea I tear through the fabric
Eat you or might have to switch up the pattern
She gon meet me out on Saturn
Never been sadder, that's not a place you can find!
That's my muse yea
She gon leave me fiending when she lift my soul up
I thought I was dreaming till you went a-nubes
I know our love even!
I know all your secrets, even the ones you keeping
I know its a secret, Bleeding, I never see it
I'll never see you again
Breaking my heart
I fall apart again
I'm like a bag in the wind
Searching for heart
You played me like a vio–
I'm like X
I know your secrets
I am the deepest
Type of line to make a reject
Can't defeat me
So you leave me
Change of season
That's the reason
Heat to freezing
She never please him
I'm deep in
On the wind, it was written
You might leave, any minute
New religion, I was smitten
I was stuck in a prism
I was made out of crystal
You might break it if I let you, but that was the issue
You might save me if I save you but that's not the mission
Perspectives bleeding
Written by: Jack Sizemore, Jean Moorman