Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Collin Zuckerman
Guitare électrique
Devonte Hutchins
Batterie
Alex Townley
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Robert Park Butterworth
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
JOEL MADISON BLOUNT
Ingénierie de mixage
Alex Townley
Ingénierie de prise de son
Matt Martin
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Stuck in the mundane I was getting restless
On a Sunday you were in your sundress
We were fine
You were mine
We were best friends living in the moment
Going home but only after sunset
We were fine
You were mine
High school sweethearts, we were burning up
Only eighteen, when we fell in love
We were young
We were young
Stop this fighting, before it starts
Pick up the pieces, and broken parts
We were young
We were young
In the backseat we were getting worried
Going home late tell another story
We were fine
You were mine
Lay low and we can play our cards right
Say so and we can stay all night, all night
High school sweethearts, we were burning up
Only eighteen, when we fell in love
We were young
We were young
Stop this fighting, before it starts
Pick up the pieces, and broken parts
We were young
We were young
Bills on the coffee table
Trying to build a life stable
But we lost that spark
Can we get it back if we try
Silence and cold shoulder
We grew apart and got older
Take me back to the start
We can get it back if we try
High school sweethearts, we were burning up
Only eighteen, when we fell in love
We were young
We were young
Stop this fighting, before it starts
Pick up the pieces, and broken parts
We were young
We were young
Writer(s): Robert Butterworth
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