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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miles Atwater Jena
Miles Atwater Jena
Vocals
Adam Steele
Adam Steele
Bass
Jillian Gavigan
Jillian Gavigan
Keyboards
Derek Johnson
Derek Johnson
Drums
Patrick Oakes
Patrick Oakes
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Atwater Jena
Miles Atwater Jena
Songwriter
Adam Steele
Adam Steele
Songwriter
Jillian Gavigan
Jillian Gavigan
Songwriter
Derek Johnson
Derek Johnson
Songwriter
Patrick Oakes
Patrick Oakes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drew Long
Drew Long
Producer

Testi

Talkin' to a psycopath
Who's so obsessed with photographs
He read the room but fully missed the joke
Stranded with this sycophant
Beliefs are only happenstance
They'll tell us everything we need to know
Say you won't
Settle on
Making peace with never making change
Wasted, wasted I feel like I wasted so much time
When everybody ran I fell behind
Chase it, chase it
Push it even further down the line
Touch the top before you start the climb
Set your mind aside
Keep your eyes on the prize
Let's go for a ride in luxury
Dream yourself to sleep
Leave your family
Turn a year into a week
It's happening
Push a pen for hire
Mask it in desire
It don't matter much if they're listening
You could be a king
Own the next "15"
Can you hear it, friend? It's happening
Tell me how's it ever gonna change
Wasted, wasted I feel like I wasted so much time
When everybody ran I fell behind
Chase it, chase it
Push it even further down the line
Touch the top before you start the climb
Wasted, wasted I feel like I wasted so much time
When everybody ran I fell behind
Chase it, chase it
Push it even further down the line
Touch the top before you start the climb
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted
Wasted, wasted (Push a pen for hire)
Mask it in desire
Wasted, wasted (You could be a king)
Own the next "15"
Can you hear it friend? It's happening
Written by: Adam Steele, Derek Johnson, Jillian Gavigan, Miles Atwater Jena, Patrick Oakes
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