Vídeo musical

Presentada en

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Happy.
Happy.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Rucker
Caleb Rucker
Songwriter
Jack Eskridge
Jack Eskridge
Songwriter
Sean Bowick
Sean Bowick
Songwriter
Tate Logan
Tate Logan
Songwriter

Letras

Same shit Different day I'm stuck here Feeling this way You think you're clever Like I don't know you But I know your bullshit And what you've been through Show me yours and I'll show you mine Not everybody's scars are on the outside Get a grip or get out I just don't care I'm slipping under Drowning in my 'what if' wonders A reflex, a setback A long list of things I still lack You should leave me and do yourself the favor, baby Cause we're not in love I'm convinced it's just the drugs If I could find a way to get my feet on the carpet I'd make it through the door of this apartment It would be easy just to relapse Fall back into my old habits But I've got too much dedication To give it up on a pointless conversation Get a grip or get out 'cause I just don't care I'm slipping under Drowning in my 'what if' wonders A reflex, a setback A long list of things I still lack You should leave me and do yourself the favor, baby 'cause we're not in love I'm convinced it's just the drugs I'm convinced it's just the drugs
Writer(s): Tate Logan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out