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Connell
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Connell fue lanzado el 15 de agosto de 2025 por Republic Records como parte del álbum Wishbone
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ÁlbumWishbone
Fecha de lanzamiento15 de agosto de 2025
Sello discográficoRepublic Records
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM77

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Conan Gray
Conan Gray
Voces
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Programación
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Violín
Kane Ritchotte
Kane Ritchotte
Batería
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Batería
Dylan Day
Dylan Day
Guitarra eléctrica
Gabe Noel
Gabe Noel
Contrabajo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Conan Gray
Conan Gray
Autoría
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Arreglista de cuerdas
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Producción
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Ingeniería de cuerdas
Daniel Nigro
Daniel Nigro
Producción ejecutiva
Will Maclellan
Will Maclellan
Ingeniería de grabación
Rachel White
Rachel White
Ingeniería de grabación
Mitch McCarthy
Mitch McCarthy
Ingeniería de mezcla
Zach Szydlo
Zach Szydlo
Ingeniería de mezcla envolvente

Letra

[Verse 1]
I saw you in a photograph
With some brunette girl in a head-back laugh
And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
Down the small of her back
You were never outside with me
Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
That I'd meet your mom and dad
[Chorus]
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah, you remind me of how little I deserve
[Verse 2]
I knew we weren't meant to be
I'm from Texas skies, you're from London streets
And I'm not your type, but you're trying things
So that's everything I need
To break apart my own heart again
Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
That I'm not worth shit, and I'm better dead
Who's the victim in the end?
[Chorus]
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
And you remind me of how little I deserve
Yeah, you remind me of my father slurring words
So you remind me of how little I deserve
[Outro]
Connell
Connell
Connell
Conn—, ugh
Written by: Conan Gray
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