Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pocketboy Solid
Performer
Bryan Lewis
Synthesizer
Joseph David Baughman
Lead Vocals
Bridget Stiebris
Drums
Haley Blomquist
Bass Guitar
Laura Korn
Flute
Janelle Pauls
Choir
Karen Joseph
Choir
Jess Lyons
Choir
Sam Lima
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph David Baughman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryan Lewis
Producer
Roscoe Baggins
Producer
Tekst Utworu
Damn how did it come to this
It feels like such a show
And I didn't even want to be here
So why am I the last to go
I should probably be more grateful
That I even got an invite
But I kind of feel like I'm better than this
It doesn't sit quite right
Jenny always likes to act like she's from out of town
Even though she lives just a few blocks down
And she's been around for like a decade now
Pretending her perspective is more valuable somehow
But Jimmy's just as bad
Always pushing the local scene
And he's making me feel guilty
For not playing my part
Jimmy it is not my fault
I just don't fit in
It's not that I don't want to
Be a good citizen
Oh my God
I cannot handle this pressure
It's a long way back
Just to feel pumped about my life choices and
Oh my God
I need a little refresher
To relearn how to enjoy myself
But I think too much
Lexi can't stop talking bout the people she knows
Maybe it's her right as this party's host
But I really do not want to hear it
Because it makes me feel worthless
Maybe I can find a corner where
People are a little bit more self aware
But a little too much self awareness
Makes you kind of unpleasant
You know like
Mark and Ron, they were chummy for a minute
We spoke of Indiana and the emptiness within it
But then Ron disappeared
I haven't heard from him since
And Mark without Ron can be a real jerk
He loves his ellipses
And subverting all of my work
Man that really really hurts
Even Andrew liked him at first
Even Andrew
Man I feel like a parking lot
People rolling over me without a thought
And no one seems to care what I've got
And what I bring to the table
I know that I am more than able
To hang with the big dogs
Oh my God
I can't be such a jerk
And it's a lot of work
Just to feel good about myself again and
Oh my God
I cannot handle this pressure
It's a burden on my every day
But it's too late
Everyone is gone
And I'm in no shape
to go home
I'm afraid I've overstayed my welcome
And I don't want to sleep in my car
So Lexi offers me her couch
And a warm blanket
And in this moment
I'm reminded of what it is to be human
But
I can't stand to be associated
With any of these philistines
It's not that I think too highly of myself
I literally have no self esteem
Maybe I'm afraid that if I think too much about it
I will know that I am just another one of these assholes
I should go ahead and make a business card
Written by: Joseph David Baughman
