Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Single Mothers
Performer
Andrew Thomson
Vocals
Evan Redsky
Bass Guitar
Michael Peterson
Guitar
Brandon Jagersky
Drums
Jarrod Alexander
Drums
Joby J. Ford
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Thomson
Songwriter
Evan Redsky
Songwriter
Michael Peterson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beau Burchell
Engineer
Joby J. Ford
Producer
Matthew Agoglia
Engineer
Simon Larochette
Engineer
Jon Drew
Mixing Engineer
Letra
I don't know
Really what you want from me
I'm tired of these phone calls
I'm tired of hearing this fucking thing ringing
And pretending your just not some nightmare that started breathing
Materialized and became reoccuring
And I'm just tired of helping you think that you're making the right decisions
When we both know you'll just end up regretting them
You don't pay attention to your mistakes
'Cause all you want is attention
You see I know you better than your games and like to interrupt your expectations
I think you could use a little redirection
Get outta my head, already
And no regrets at the bar
Like when your eyes look like shooting stars
Well I've seen them burn out and crumble
Into dust, and then I watched you settle
Take all my money from me
You help me out
When nobody's watchin'
That answers that
A broken statement
All I wanna do is sit here complaining
Writer(s): Michael Head
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