Video musicale
Crediti
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julia Kate Grane
Songwriter
Raffaella Beatrice Meloni
Songwriter
John David Patrick Humphrey
Songwriter
Thorald Koren
Songwriter
Isaac Koren
Songwriter
Testi
Hold tight
We're too fucked up to be polite
Feel you like an amputee
My words are paralyzed
Too young to let you go
Hind sight
Melting in your hands like Klondike
Picking at my skin, amen
My sins are growing eyes
My chicken noodle soup's run cold
Why don't you move it down to Williamsburg
To see that basic bitch
You love to ditch me when your speech is slurred
Boy you're such a dick
It's New Years eve and you're leaving me all alone
Cuz you know I'm just a kid
Bulls eye
Your marb red burned up our bedside
Surviving on adrenaline
I'm no good at goodbyes
Running out of tv shows
Tongue tied
Faith is believing in your lies
Hole me up like ketamine
And Keep me tranquilized
Hold me til your heart grows mold
Wait, maybe I'm just tipsy
Hey, do you think I'm pretty?
Hey, are you in love with me?
You know I'm just a kid
Writer(s): Thorry Koren, Isaac Koren, John Humphrey, Raffaella Meloni, Julia Kate
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