Video musicale

Video musicale

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Stack
Jake Stack
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Stack
Jacob Stack
Songwriter

Testi

Who are these people that I don’t know, and where are they when I get low
‘Cause we scratch and we claw, to feel like we belong, but in truth we’re on our own
And where are these places we like to hide, hands ‘round a glass tryna outsmart our pride
All these restless minds, so desperate to find, somewhere to call home
But at least we know, were not drinking alone, were not drinking alone
In the weekend crowd it’s so hot and loud, and that is how I know
So what are these things that I can’t say, I know they’re true but the words slip away
In these sleepless nights, but those cheap stage lights, tell me everything will be okay
But why do I sing like nothings wrong, are these words just hope, getting me through the dawn
Like something profound, buried deep underground, until the earth gave way
But at least, I can say, I’m not drinking alone, I’m not drinking alone,
In the weekend crowd it’s so hot and loud, and that is how I know, that I’m not, no I’m not
So I’ll pay the tab and let you drive, so we both make it home alive
Just call whoever it is that’s missing you
And when the sun breaks through the blinds, we’ll know what we have left behind
And face the day, like the ugly truth
That were drinking alone, yeah I’m drinking alone
In this crowded room, I’m still thinking of you, and that is how I know
That I’m just, yeah I’m just, drinking alone.
Written by: Jacob Stack
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