Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brendan Lukens
Brendan Lukens
Guitare
Ian Farmer
Ian Farmer
Basse
Jacob Ewald
Jacob Ewald
Guitare
Sean Huber
Sean Huber
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brendan Lukens
Brendan Lukens
Paroles/Composition
Jacob Ewald
Jacob Ewald
Paroles/Composition
Ian Farmer
Ian Farmer
Paroles/Composition
Sean Huber
Sean Huber
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Brendan Lukens
Brendan Lukens
Ingénierie
Ian Farmer
Ian Farmer
Ingénierie
Jacob Ewald
Jacob Ewald
Ingénierie
Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
Ingénierie de mixage
Modern Baseball
Modern Baseball
Production
Patrick Loundas
Patrick Loundas
Ingénierie
Sean Huber
Sean Huber
Ingénierie
Will Yip
Will Yip
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Is he here? Are you making out? I can you hear you guys on the couch Shut up, make out, do something already, I'm waiting After reading that text from your friends I start losing all my confidence So I'll stay tired, I know, soon, I'll be bailing Then, you, you ask if I gotta leave And I wish that I could say no My head is on the verge of exploding No amount of aspirin or pizza could help this from hurting And now I'm turning to you, scared shitless, hoping this all goes well Can we highlight the fact that my mouth smells like coffee and garlic? The five cups I had this morning are getting to me I gotta go, I got the worst fuckin' spins Then, you, you ask if I gotta leave, and I wish that I could say no But we're so caught up in the moment And I just need a second to catch my goddamn breath (Fuck it) To hell with the spins, I'm stayin' There's no good reason why I should leave your bed tomorrow We can watch Planet Earth and brainstorm tattoos To hell with class, I'm skippin' Let's order food and sleep in, I've got so much to do But it's okay 'cause whatever, forever To hell with the spins, I'm stayin' There's no good reason why I should leave your bed tomorrow We can watch Planet Earth and brainstorm tattoos
Writer(s): Walter Jacobs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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