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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brendan Lukens
Guitar
Ian Farmer
Bass
Jacob Ewald
Guitar
Sean Huber
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Modern Baseball
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendan Lukens
Engineer
Ian Farmer
Engineer
Jacob Ewald
Engineer
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Modern Baseball
Producer
Patrick Loundas
Engineer
Sean Huber
Engineer
Will Yip
Mastering Engineer
Letra
The first time I saw you was in your apartment
I had followed my friends single-file through the darkness
I looked your direction for excessive inspection
And I could not muster the courage to say a single word to you
For a while, we were playing this game that your friends bought
But everyone cheated and no one could spell
You didn't say much of anything
I must have come off annoying 'cause you went to bed
I'll walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
But now I can hardly close my eyes
The next time I saw you was in your apartment
Oh, why do I keep ending up here on starlit evenings?
I should be home sleeping
But this time you sat next to me on the couch (dude, nice)
I stare out the window
Hands glued tight and sore
Praying to God-knows-what that you would sever what's stuck
With something shiny from the kitchen drawer
I'll walk home with my eyes low
Dreaming up conversations we'll have tomorrow
Your loose ends, my new friends
All the classes in high school we fell asleep in
But now I can hardly close my eyes
I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out tonight?
We could make dinner or something
Writer(s): Jacob Starnes Ewald, Brendan Taylor Francis Lukens, Ian Daniel Farmer, Sean Edward Huber
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