Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claire Rosinkranz
Claire Rosinkranz
Vocals
Ragnar Rosinkranz
Ragnar Rosinkranz
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claire Rosinkranz
Claire Rosinkranz
Composer
Ragnar Rosinkranz
Ragnar Rosinkranz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ragnar Rosinkranz
Ragnar Rosinkranz
Producer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
John Greenham
John Greenham
Mastering Engineer

Letras

[Verse 1]
I'm alone on the curb at 12 a.m.
Reminiscin' all the memories that we had
Streetlights burn bright on the busy street
I'm alone in the parking lot, look at me
All these eyes passing by, but I'm invisible
Is there something wrong with me, am I fixable?
I'm a lot, but I know I'm not a criminal
Will I be somebody? This is miserable
[Verse 2]
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
[Verse 3]
I still wear the sweatshirt you forgot at my house
When I watched you get high on pot
You got caught, you didn't hesitate to leave
Never came back, I guess that's fine by me
All I'm saying is a lot of things don't really last
I hope my future doesn't look anything like my past
Gazing up at the clouds painted in the dark
Drownin' in deep thought, just patterns of art
[Verse 4]
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
[Verse 5]
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
[Verse 6]
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
[Verse 7]
I'm alone on the curb at 12 a.m.
Written by: Claire Rosinkranz, Ragnar Rosinkranz
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