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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Lead Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass Guitar
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Screams
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Producer
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Additional Engineer
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Producer
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Producer
Joshua Unitt
Joshua Unitt
Additional Engineer
Matthew Lang
Matthew Lang
Additional Engineer
Scott Smith
Scott Smith
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

I've got a sudden itch They're gonna raise my rent I'm gonna run around, let people know I don't need this I want to, I like to, I'm gonna file yeah March around, through the town, it's all goin' down wow Stay, wait Doesn't matter what they say, fake Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix We can taste what it's like to love I don't know you very well But they don't have to know that We don't have to show that Been a little while since we played as kids I found it impressive the way you worked those wooden limbs But she's amazing for every occasion I want a lot more of your mom around I'm sad she's gone and couldn't have more time To notice all the ways her bright ass shines But he's impatient Creeps on Brayden No one really likes your dad around Stay, wait Doesn't matter what they say, fake Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix We can taste what it's like to love I'm at the top of my little world But I never felt so alone The more it seems like I've grown up the more I've been shrinking in I drown myself in material Waiting for some kind of punishment But consequence don't make no sense When there's nobody there who gives a damn I don't know you very well But they don't have to know that We don't have to show that Now that's winter's over and you got an apartment I think about the times when we shaved our armpits And she was gracious Knew we were wasted I wish we had more of your mom around The big city life is getting busy and hectic We should reconnect and have sex in my Lexus And he was racist Except for asians And no one really likes your dad around Stay, wait Doesn't matter what they say, fake Doesn't matter if we fake all of it for the sake of a fix We can taste what it's like to love Stay, wait Does it matter if I pay? Fake Doesn't matter if you make me believe you can feel anything I can vaguely relate to love
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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