Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clowns
Clowns
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Williams
Stephen Williams
Composer
Jake Laderman
Jake Laderman
Composer
Hannah Tillbrook
Hannah Tillbrook
Composer
Jarrod Goon
Jarrod Goon
Composer
William Robinson
William Robinson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeremy Giddings
Jeremy Giddings
Mixing Engineer
Mikey Young
Mikey Young
Mastering Engineer

Letra

I wake up everyday with a hole in my head and chest. I needa feel something so
I burn my arm on a cigarette, but if you said you were cold, I'd set myself on
fire and try and use your existence to feel inspired, once again. You know I
hate your guys, but you're my one true friend? I swear I won't give up, I wanna
feel again. I went and saw my FP and they said my brain has a cold, try to get
some rest and use this medicine to make the feelings go. They told me 'Stevie, 
your issues will amplify if you continue to allow environments where they
thrive.' You know I hate your guts, but you're my one true friend? I swear I
won't give up, I wanna feel again. Don't hang out in wrong crowds or walk
around at night, I was taught. But, there is irony in that I'm most unsafe at
home with my own thoughts. You know I hate your guys, but you're my one true
friend? I swear I won't give up, I wanna feel again. I'm sitting up on my roof
looking out over Brunswick Street, and looking down, wondering... Hoping...
Tomorrow will come and get me outta my head.
Written by: Hannah Tillbrook, Jake Laderman, Jarrod Goon, Stephen Williams, William Robinson
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