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Composure
13
Alternative
Composure è stato pubblicato il 12 luglio 2024 da Sleep Well Records come parte dell'album L I M B O
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Data di uscita12 luglio 2024
EtichettaSleep Well Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM86

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charles Fauna
Charles Fauna
Performer
Charles Mischer
Charles Mischer
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Mischer
Charles Mischer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charles Mischer
Charles Mischer
Producer

Testi

Everybody goes out trying to find a friend in another but they don't know why
Say we're gonna do our best but I've seen our best and we hardly try
Let em fade away now let em disappear and you're staring at a private sky
Think I'm gonna live my best tonight
Cause I know that I can't change
Wanna believe in strangers, I know you feel the same
I can't nurture every flame
You're not the odd one out here for feeling it's insane
Oh, what do you think you're owed
For all the days you spent in bed?
Oh, what does it take to know
What you should have done instead?
He told a little white lie, she leans a little bit closer
She told a little white lie, I lose a little composure
I go a little ways out, run till my body feels older
He told a little white lie, I lose a little composure
Thumbing through your pictures trying to catch a memory take you to a different time
Craving a connection, every time you open up you get another knife
Feeling like there's no one gonna understand you what's the point of even trying
How you gonna be your best tonight?
But we can't tell someone to change
Even if they don't love you it doesn't mean you're strange
As you feel your terror fade
You'll never have been more open, and that's a kind of strength
Oh, what do you think you're owed
For all the days you spent in bed?
Oh, what does it take to know
What you should have done instead?
He told a little white lie, she leans a little bit closer
She told a little white lie, I lose a little composure
I go a little ways out, run till my body feels older
He told a little white lie, I lose a little composure
Written by: Charles Mischer
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