क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Miller
Performer
Nathan Tysen
Performer
Alysha Umphress
Performer
Karen Olivo
Performer
Barrett Wilbert Weed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Miller
Songwriter
गाने
You remember that game, our senior year?
Travel back with me Joe
I know you know that final game
Ripped from a sitcom with me by the pep band
Shaking a pom, pom, pom, pom, pom
You remember that game, the championship?
College scouts in the gym
They're watching you, we're down by three
God it got quiet with you at the buzzer
Shooting to tie it, to tie it, to tie it
I knew you could have made it with your eyes closed
And I saw the stars align
The cheerleader's hero boyfriend
Standing at the three point line
The shot, the game, college, pro
It all came down to this
And in my head I'm praying
Make him miss, make him miss
Make him miss, make him miss
The shot that would've changed your life forever
Instead changed things in me
Sure it took some years to see it
But it came eventually
I can't be a sideline wife
Can't be your biggest fan
There's never any time for me
Which is why I ran, why I ran
Why I ran, why I ran
So tell me, Joe
How'd you find me here?
Was my kitchen table post it note unclear?
It's over, Joe
I took the cat
All the rest is yours if you let me disappear
I'm through cheering for you, baby
That skirt don't fit me anymore
I don't love you now
Like I loved you before
I begged you to tell me what your dreams were
Maybe yours would mesh with mine
But you're still stuck in high school
Standing at the three point line
When you see yourself at thirty, forty
Where do you wanna be?
Tell me what you want, Joe
Don't say me, don't say me
Don't say me, don't say me
Before our time runs out
Before we're stuck with this
I'm taking my own shot
And I won't miss
Written by: Chris Miller

