Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Guitarra rítmica
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Bateria
Jay James
Jay James
Baixo
Michael Padget
Michael Padget
Guitarra principal
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Letra
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Produção
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engenharia
Ginge Martin
Ginge Martin
Engenharia
Jeff Rose
Jeff Rose
Engenharia
Tom Manning
Tom Manning
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Simon Jones
Simon Jones
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Darren Jones
Darren Jones
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Kevin Bosley
Kevin Bosley
Engenharia de gravação (assistente)
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Engenharia (mixagem)
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Engenharia (assistente)
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Engenharia (assistente)
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Engenharia (adicional)
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Engenharia (adicional)
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
You turn me off at the push of a button
And you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell
But guess what honey, you ain't no angel
You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Well, go ahead take your best shot, woman
I want to leave you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, it's not that easy
[Verse 2]
We get so complicated (Complicated)
This finger's for our memories
[Verse 3]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Memories
[Verse 4]
I wanna run and escape from your prison
But when I leave I feel something is missing
I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell
This can't be Heaven, it feels like I'm in Hell
You're like a drug that I can't stop taking
I want more and I can't stop craving
I still want you, it's easy to see
But guess what honey, you're not that good for me
[Verse 5]
We get so complicated (Complicated)
This finger's for our memories
[Verse 6]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
Just bittersweet memories
[Verse 7]
We get so complicated (Complicated)
This finger's for our memories
We get so complicated (Complicated)
[Verse 8]
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire, walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
[Verse 9]
There's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say
Written by: Don Gilmore, Matthew Tuck
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