Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Louis Sabba
Guitar
Tasman Cioppa
Drums
Matthew Diguiseppe
Bass Guitar
Julian Worden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Sabba
Songwriter
Tasman Cioppa
Songwriter
Julian Worden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dobromir Vasilev
Mixing Engineer
Michael Kalajian
Mastering Engineer
Julian Worden
Recording Engineer
Daniel Iucci
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I had nothing to write about
I had nothing to scream about
Honestly I was pretty content
But the thought of you just filled my head so
Now I'm fucked
Fresh out of good luck
Now I'm stuck
In a never ending cycle of bad luck
I'd rather jump off a bridge
Than write another song about you
But it's all I could do to cope
So I guess it's off the edge I go
Call it hypocritical
I call it pitiful
That you still cross my mind
When I've got so much better in my life
Disappear then come back
So fast just like that
Act like you were always there but we both know you never really cared so
Save it for the grave
And confess your sins
Remember guilt will always win the battle within
I'd rather jump off a bridge
Than write another song about you
But it's all I could do to cope
So I guess it's off the edge I go
Call it hypocritical
I call it pitiful
That you still cross my mind
When I've got so much better in my life
It's all I could do to cope
It's all I could do to cope
It's all I could do to cope
I'm gonna cope with this
I'd rather jump off a bridge
Than write another song about you
But it's all I could do to cope
So I guess it's off the edge I go
Call it hypocritical
I call it pitiful
That you still cross my mind
When I've got so much better in my life
Disappear then come back
Disappear then come back
Act like you were always there
We both know you never really cared
Act like you were always there but we both know you never really never really
Act like you were always there but we both know you never really never really cared
Writer(s): Julian Worden
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