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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
In Her Own Words
Performer
Ian Berg
Electric Guitar
Eric Ruelas
Bass Guitar
Omar Sultani
Drums
Joseph Fleming
Lead Vocals
Emilio Arteaga
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Berg
Songwriter
Eric Ruelas
Songwriter
Omar Sultani
Songwriter
Joseph Fleming
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
In Her Own Words
Engineer
Lyrics
Sorry I didn't call
I glued my phone to the table in the other room
So I would never be able to fuck with your head again
But I still miss your bed (your bed)
I know I said I'd never let my peace of mind out of my head
But it snuck out like we used to on Friday nights
I know it's hard to understand what I've been going through
And I don't expect you to
No, I don't expect you to
But I've been making progress in moving past this
Trying not to think about the things that we did
And the way your eyes looked at night before we went to bed
Now you've got three missed calls
There's so much I could say
We both roam different paths with three state lines in the way
When you walk to class does the wind burn your face?
Does it mess up your hair? (your hair)
15 hours on a train
And you were home a couple of days
Now you wait for a call to ignore
But I hope you know I avoid the streets
That used to lead my feet to your front door
I hope you're making progress in moving past this
Try not to forget all the things that we did
And we both know
And we both know
That I can't wipe your tears through the computer screen
And you're not here to move the cloud over my head
I thought that we could make this work
But my mind fell apart again
But I've been making progress in moving past this
I'm trying not to think about the things that we did
And the way your eyes looked at night before we went to bed
I hope you're making progress in moving past this
Yeah, I hope you're making progress in moving past this
Writer(s): Eric Doug Ruelas, Omar Rodolfo Sultani, Ian Sebastian Berg, Joseph Paul Fleming
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