Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Brendan Lukens
Violão
Ian Farmer
Baixo
Jacob Ewald
Vocais
Sean Huber
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Brendan Lukens
Composição
Ian Farmer
Composição
Jacob Ewald
Composição
Sean Huber
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Brendan Lukens
Engenharia
Ian Farmer
Engenharia
Jacob Ewald
Engenharia
Jonathan Low
Engenharia (mixagem)
Modern Baseball
Produção
Patrick Loundas
Engenharia
Sean Huber
Engenharia
Will Yip
Engenharia (masterização)
Letra
Is he here? Are you making out?
I can you hear you guys on the couch
Shut up, make out, do something already, I'm waiting
After reading that text from your friends
I start losing all my confidence
So I'll stay tired, I know, soon, I'll be bailing
Then, you, you ask if I gotta leave
And I wish that I could say no
My head is on the verge of exploding
No amount of aspirin or pizza could help this from hurting
And now I'm turning to you, scared shitless, hoping this all goes well
Can we highlight the fact that my mouth smells like coffee and garlic?
The five cups I had this morning are getting to me
I gotta go, I got the worst fuckin' spins
Then, you, you ask if I gotta leave, and I wish that I could say no
But we're so caught up in the moment
And I just need a second to catch my goddamn breath
Fuck it
To hell with the spins, I'm stayin'
There's no good reason why I should leave your bed tomorrow
We can watch Planet Earth and brainstorm tattoos
To hell with class, I'm skippin'
Let's order food and sleep in, I've got so much to do
But it's okay 'cause whatever, forever
To hell with the spins, I'm stayin'
There's no good reason why I should leave your bed tomorrow
We can watch Planet Earth and brainstorm tattoos
Written by: Brendan Lukens, Ian Farmer, Jacob Ewald, Sean Huber

