Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prateek Poddar
Acoustic Guitar
Avsha Elan
Bass Guitar
Dan Kaufman
Electric Guitar
Brian Arsenault
Drums
Taylor Holland
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prateek Poddar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Woods
Producer
Lyrics
Your cheek pressed to the pillow
The curve of your hips beneath my hands
I could fall asleep remembering
When you said I was your man
And like some stranger in a hallway
Or an airplane in the sky
I could stay up all night wondering
If I ever cross your mind
And I try to tell myself that I don't give a damn
And I try to tell myself that I'm alright
And Emma, oh it's true, but when it comes to you
You know that I'm no good at telling lies
At telling lies
At telling lies
Well it's a colder wind that's blowing
And I can barely find the words
Just a boy and all his anger
At a New York City girl
Some lovers leave you empty
Some leave you low and mean
Some lovers simply leave you
But they're few and far between
And I try to tell myself that I don't give a damn
And I try to tell myself that I'm alright
And Emma, oh it's true, but when it comes to you
You know that I'm no good at telling lies
At telling lies
At telling lies
Writer(s): Prateek Poddar
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