Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
grant michael austin
Vocals
Connor Waddell
Vocals
Henry Larsen
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
grant michael austin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
grant michael austin
Producer
Letra
I did all your self-help books and
I learned how to be too nice, isn't that nice?
Too little, too scared to be older
I don't belong inside that life, but isn't that life?
Cause I failed miserably to keep my heels out of my mouth
And get the hell out of my house, outrun my doubts
Cause your name is eleven green numbers
And the tone is someone else, so I'll bother someone else
Cycle through all the names I had for you
Too dumb to stop and think it through
Why do I still call you baby when you still fucking hate me?
I would kill for you, baby, but you probably don't relate and I just
Can't wait to not take a beating, but I'd hate to not love the feeling
Still calling you baby (call you baby, call you)
I don't know what it takes to overdose
If I take you like a drug, or maybe it's love
But what would it take for you to call me?
I'll make a fool of myself more, or come knocking at your door, I'm not sure
Cycle through all the names I called you, love
Too dumb to stop and give it up
Why do I still call you baby when you still fucking hate me
I would kill for you, baby, but you probably don't relate and I just
Can't wait to not take a beating, but I'd hate to not love the feeling
Still calling you baby (call you baby, call you)
Why do I still call you baby when you still fucking hate me
I would kill for you, baby, but you probably don't relate and I just
Can't wait to not take a beating, but I'd hate to not love the feeling
Still calling you baby (call you baby, call you)
Written by: grant michael austin

