Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Martinius Solum
Martinius Solum
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martinius Solum
Martinius Solum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martinius Solum
Martinius Solum
Producer

Songteksten

You rip me off like a band-aid
I wish I was, but I just am not that ready-made
You're not in distress, your damsel depressed by my serenade
A queen of hearts in her house of cards, yeah
You make me brush my teeth, down in the kitchen sink
I wonder what people think
Oh, where are you getting it from
Don't you know better
Pretending nothing is wrong
We don't know better
Is it my fault you're the death of me
I'm reaching out, but I only grab what's inside
Maybe it's just not my time in hindsight
Well, I'm aware, but I just don't care
You are the hourglass, I'm the sand
You always throw me around
Oh, where are you getting it from
Don't you know better
Pretending nothing is wrong
We don't know better
Oh, where are you getting it from
Don't you know better
Pretending nothing is wrong
We don't know better
Don't you know any better, baby
Written by: Martinius Solum
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