Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Trophy Eyes
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
John Floreani
Composition
Jeremy Winchester
Composition
Blake Caruso
Composition
Shane Edwards
Composition
Andrew Hallett
Composition
Fletcher Matthews
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Shane Edwards
Ingénierie de mixage
Fletcher Matthews
Production
Paroles
[Verse 1]
It's been on my mind
Heard it all the time
Wasted flesh on glorious design
Bathed in LED
Your back turned to me
A silhouette is all that I can see
[PreChorus]
Never wanted you to inherit my youth
There's something wrong with me, now there's something wrong with you
And what are we if not the things we do?
[Chorus]
Just another weekend on the edge of my bed
Corner of the room remains my point of view
Another night, I barely made it through
Just another weekend on the edge of my bed
Wake up to the streetlight, split my room in two
And in the dark, I still belong to you
[Verse 2]
Did the best you could
With what you had
Does that make you bad, bad?
And I know I should
But I can't call you back
I hope you understand that
[PreChorus]
Never wanted you to inherit my youth
There's something wrong with me, now there's something wrong with you
And what are we if not the things we do?
[Chorus]
Just another weekend on the edge of my bed
Corner of the room remains my point of view
Another night, I barely made it through
Just another weekend on the edge of my bed
Wake up to the streetlight, split my room in two
And in the dark, I still belong to you
[Bridge]
I wish I could love you
And I wish you were dead
I wish I could love you
I wish you were dead
I wish I could love you
And I wish you were dead
[Chorus]
Just another weekend on the edge of my bed
Corner of the room remains my point of view
Another night, I barely made it through
Just another weekend on the edge of my bed
Wake up to the streetlight, split my room in two
And in the dark, I still belong to you
Written by: Andrew Hallett, Blake Caruso, Fletcher Matthews, Jeremy Winchester, John Floreani, Shane Edwards