Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Chase Potter
Chase Potter
Violon
Maddie Zahm
Maddie Zahm
Voix principales
Tiger Darrow
Tiger Darrow
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Maddie Zahm
Maddie Zahm
Paroles/Composition
Brian William Brundage
Brian William Brundage
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Adam Yaron
Adam Yaron
Production
Maddie Zahm
Maddie Zahm
Production
Matt Huber
Matt Huber
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Be pretty and don't make it look like you're tryin' Told to be Esther, when I felt like Goliath When they were wrong, I could never keep quiet I searched for the truth, and had faith that I'd find it Set myself on fire Let myself be the liar All the Sundays I worried I'd disappoint my mom 'Cause I never understood some types of love being wrong Something inside me was always steering left Well, father picks a few just to leave the rest I heard a voice inside my head, it disagreed So if it wasn't God, well, thank God it was me Thank God it was me They called me a sinner when I was a saint Hiding in her bedroom praying depression away Killing herself for eternal life And losing her interest to be a good wife Set myself on fire I let them call me the liar All the Sundays I worried I'd disappoint my mom 'Cause I never understood a type of love being wrong Something inside me was always steering left Well, father picks a few just to leave the rest I heard a voice inside my head, they disagreed So if that wasn't God, if that wasn't God, it was me Thank God it was me, me Thank God it was me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If it was God, then I don't have to worry He'll know why I left, why I ran in a hurry So either way I choose, I'm not wasting my life 'Cause the voice in my head has always been right All the Sundays I worried I'd disappoint my mom 'Cause I never understood a type of love being wrong Something inside me was always steering left No father picks a few just to leave the rest
Writer(s): Brian Brundage, Madeleine Marie Zahm Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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