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Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Haley Blais
Vocais
David Vertesi
Baixo
Malcolm Aiken
Trompete
Johnny Andrews
Bateria
Jonathan Anderson
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Haley Blais
Composição
David Vertesi
Composição
Jonathan Anderson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Haley Blais
Produção
David Vertesi
Produção
Philip Shaw Bova
Engenharia (masterização)
Jonathan Anderson
Produção
Letra
Crying in the backseat of your parent's car
You said that you don't have a curfew anymore
23 and trying to keep your life from going sour
And your mother's getting married in fall
And you know that she is happy, that things will be okay
But you wonder what'll happen Christmas Day
And I don't know what to tell you to make you not feel sad
So I offer my condolences to dad
Am I just a hypocrite, or is there something wrong with it?
I want my therapist to think I'm cool
I call you from the office phone to ask you to come drive me home
Okay, I'm just a liar, I never went
But if you see me out
Know I'm the coolest fucking bitch in town
You wanna drink a drink that's watered down
It'll just take you longer
Can I be responsible for things that I did years ago?
I guess it could be good for just a laugh
Is it just a privileged thought, I asked you once, but I forgot
I'm not the only one who's split in half
But if you see me out
Know I'm the coolest fucking bitch in town
You wanna drink a drink that's watered down
It'll just take you longer
Coolest fucking bitch in town
Coolest fucking bitch in town
Coolest fucking bitch in town
Coolest fucking bitch in town
Coolest fucking bitch in town
Written by: David Vertesi, Haley Blais, Jonathan Anderson