Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Noah Kahan
Вокал
Post Malone
Ведущий вокал
Gabe Simon
Бас
Carrie Karpinen
Барабаны
Noah Levine
Баритон-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Noah Levine
Автор песен
Noah Kahan
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Noah Kahan
Продюсер
Gabe Simon
Продюсер
Louis Bell
Продюсер по вокалу
Ryan Hewitt
Миксинг-инженер
Maddie Harmon
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Carrie Karpinen
Сотрудник студии
Louis Remenapp
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Willie Linton
Инженер
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Слова
I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out
So I ain't takin' any fault
Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
And the dial tone is all I have
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and the transmitter radio
I don't like it when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'll die for you
I'll die
Drinks pourin', couldn't stop it
Turn another slow dance into a mosh pit
Tuck my head and I heard the lock and
Told him that my first car was a Crown Vic
Talkin' 'bout last time I was in the back of a cop car
I fell in love
And my face on a cold window, try to sober back up
And loosen my cuffs
And it's all the same anyway
Mm, I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like it when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you
Well, I'd die for you
I beg you, sir, just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag
Just wait, I swear she'll call me back
"Oh, son, are you a danger to yourself?"
Fuck that, sir, just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol (ooh)
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge
Just wait, I swear she'll call me back (ooh)
"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"
And I said, "I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown," ah
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio, ah
I don't like it when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'd die for you
Writer(s): Austin Richard Post, Gabriel Edward Simon, Noah Kahan, Noah Isaac Levine
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