Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jono Dorr
Jono Dorr
Background Vocals
Liv Marsico
Liv Marsico
Background Vocals
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Drums
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Background Vocals
Jesse
Jesse
Lead Vocals
Mike Margot
Mike Margot
Background Vocals
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Songwriter
Justyn Pilbrow
Justyn Pilbrow
Songwriter
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Songwriter
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Songwriter
benny blanco
benny blanco
Songwriter
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Songwriter
Jesse Rutherford
Jesse Rutherford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justyn Pilbrow
Justyn Pilbrow
Producer
benny blanco
benny blanco
Producer
4E
4E
Producer
Chris Mullings
Chris Mullings
Engineer
Chase McElhaney
Chase McElhaney
Assistant Engineer
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

RIP to my youth And you could call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth And you can play this at my funeral Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin Might go to Hell and there ain't no stopping Might be a sinner and I might be a saint I'd like to be proud, but somehow I'm ashamed Sweet little baby in a world full of pain I gotta be honest, I don't know if I could take it Everybody's talking, but what's anybody saying? Mama said if I really want to, then I can change it, yeah RIP to my youth If you really listen, then this is to you Mama, there is only so much I can do Tough for you to witness, but it was for me too I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me RIP to my youth And you can call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth, yeah You could play this at my funeral Tell my sister, "Don't cry and don't be sad I'm in Paradise with dad" Close my eyes and then cross my arms Put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars Throw me in a box with the oxygen off You gave me the key and you locked every lock When I can't breathe, I won't ask you to stop When I can't breathe, don't call for a cop I was naive and hopeful and lost Now I'm aware and driving my thoughts, oh What do I do? What do I do? I don't believe it if I don't keep proof I don't believe it if I don't know you I don't believe it if it's on the news or on the internet I need a cigarette I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me I'm using white lighters to see RIP to my youth And you can call this the funeral I'm just telling the truth And you could play this at my funeral Tell my sister, "Don't cry and don't be sad I'm in Paradise with dad" Close my eyes and then cross my arms Put me in the dirt, let me be with the stars (I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me) (I'm using white lighters to see what's in front of me)
Writer(s): Zachary Abels, Mike Margott, Justyn Pilbrow, Jeremy Freedman, Brandon Fried, Benjamin Levin, Jesse Rutherford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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