Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordan Fish
Programming
Lee Malia
Guitar
Matthew Nicholls
Drums
Matt Kean
Bass Guitar
Oli Sykes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Kean
Songwriter
Jordan Fish
Songwriter
Lee Malia
Songwriter
Matthew Nicholls
Songwriter
Oli Sykes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Fish
Producer
Romesh Dodangoda
Engineer
Daniel Morris
Assistant Engineer
Alejandro Baima
Assistant Engineer
Francesco Cameli
Assistant Engineer
Dan Lancaster
Mixing Engineer
Rhys May
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Oli Sykes
Producer
Lyrics
Some people are a lot like clouds, you know
'Cause life's so much brighter when they go
You rained on my heart for far too long
Couldn't see the thunder for the storm
Because I cut my teeth and bit my tongue
'Til my mouth was dripping blood
But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath
While you dragged me through the mud
I don't know why I tried to save you 'cause
I can't save you from yourself
When all you give a shit about is everybody else
And you just can't quit, why don't you deal with it?
I think it's time to stop
You need a taste of your own medicine
'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing
Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you
Act like nothing's real like you
So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit
Some people are a lot like clouds, you know
'Cause life's so much brighter when they go
And I spent too long in a place I don't belong
I couldn't see the thunder for the storm
But you won't admit, why don't you get a grip?
'Cause you can't keep going on and on and on and on like this
And you just can't quit, why don't you deal with it?
I think it's time to stop
You need a taste of your own medicine
'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing
Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you
Act like nothing's real like you
So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit
'Cause I cut my teeth and bit my tongue
'Til my mouth was dripping blood
But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath
While you dragged me through the mud
Yeah, I cut my teeth and bit my tongue
'Til my mouth was dripping blood
But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath
While you dragged me through the mud
And you just can't quit, why don't you deal with it?
I think it's time to stop
You need a taste of your own medicine
'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing
Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you
Act like nothing's real like you
So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit
Taste of your own medicine
Yeah, I'm sick to death of swallowing
Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you
Act like nothing's real like you
So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit
Some people are a lot like clouds, you know
'Cause life's so much brighter when they go
Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Lee David Malia, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls, Jordan Keith Attwood Fish
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