Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dropout Convention
Guitar
Nick Hays
Guitar
Kassidy McKean
Guitar
Caiden Herbert
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Hays
Songwriter
Kassidy McKean
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dropout Convention
Producer
Lyrics
Your sweater smells like cigarettes you’d smoke in my car
And I can taste the menthol from your lips so I know that you’re not far
And I know my car stalled but thanks for lying to your friends
That told you from a hundred miles away
They knew how this would end
But it’s not me it’s you
And all the stupid shit you do
What are you trying to prove
How much more could you lose
The way my shirt looks on you
Always fits a little loose
Playing too much skate 2 to keep my mind off of you
Control your cortisol while you’re out and getting high
I took the last of the money between you and I
And last I checked your mom said that you’re doing fine
But still I hope you crash your car while driving 89
Take your goddamn converse with you when you move
To walk out like you did when dropping out of high school
I miss the part of me that I left with you
And everything we knew
But it’s not me it’s you
And all the stupid shit you do
What are you trying to prove
How much more could you lose
The way my shirt looks on you
Always fits a little loose
Been playing too much skate 2 to keep my mind off of you
(Solo)
But it’s not me it’s you
And all the stupid shit you do
What are you trying to prove
How much more could you lose
The way my shirt looks on you
Always fits a little loose
Been playing too much skate 2 to keep my mind off of you
But it’s not me it’s you
And all the stupid shit you do
What are you trying to prove
How much more could you lose
The way my shirt looks on you
Always fits a little loose
Been playing too much skate 2 to keep my mind off of you
Written by: Kassidy McKean, Nick Hays
