Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Pat Monahan
Vocais principais
Espen Lind
Violão
Jimmy Stafford
Violão
Scott Underwood
Bateria
Amund Björklund
Programação
Jerry Becker
Teclados
Hector Maldonado
Baixo
Brad Magers
Trompa
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Pat Monahan
Composição
Espen Lind
Composição
Amund Björklund
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Espen Lind
Engenharia (gravação)
Amund Björklund
Engenharia (gravação)
Espionage
Produção
Butch Walker
Coprodução
Francis Murray
Engenharia (gravação)
Jake Sinclair
Engenharia (gravação)
Joby J. Ford
Engenharia (adicional)
John Sinclair
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Matthew Colecchi
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Nathan Winter
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Mark Endert
Engenharia (mixagem)
Doug Johnson
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Stephen Marcussen
Engenharia (masterização)
Stewart Whitmore
Engenharia (edição)
Letra
[Verse 1]
My heart is paralyzed, my head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said it's meant to be, that it's not you, it's me
You're leavin' now for my own good
[Verse 2]
That's cool but if my friends ask where you are
I'm gonna say
[Verse 3]
She went down in an airplane, fried gettin' suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
[Verse 4]
My pride still feels the sting, you were my everything
Someday I'll find a love like yours (A love like yours)
She'll think I'm Superman, not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?
[Verse 5]
That's cool but if my friends ask where you are
I'm gonna say
[Verse 6]
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east-side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
[Verse 7]
I wanna live a 1000 lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dyin' to
Love, but you don't want to
[Verse 8]
That's cool but if my friends ask where you are
I'm gonna say
That's cool but if my friends ask where you are
I'm gonna say
[Verse 9]
She went down in an airplane, fried gettin' suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
[Verse 10]
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east-side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Written by: Amund Björklund, Espen Lind, Pat Monahan