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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Loser
Loser
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Stankewitz
Alex Stankewitz
Songwriter
John Hillman
John Hillman
Songwriter
Brandon Hamilton
Brandon Hamilton
Songwriter
Sammy Morales
Sammy Morales
Songwriter

Lyrics

Count the days on the wall like were close to done Seeping minds, were all passengers in our own thoughts Caught a cold getting old as we watch the clock Dead and bored were a cusp and were so in love Dirty tongues elope cause when alone they choke Flies are lingering close so lets make the most Of this hole in my head, and the space in my bed I fucking want you bad Cause I'm trippin on lonely nights Bad thoughts, bad vibes I bit the fruit and now I taste the sorrow What it means to be alone I can't, I wont I might fold and now it's starting to show I keep my peace of mind in the sill of a window So it might grow While you blacken the sun to kill me off But I'll never go Dead in the brain now given up everything Living on a detached relapse and the pieces don't fit Cause they never did I been using delusion to keep reality in check Ignorance is bliss and it's pouring out the back of my dead mind All the time, I probably never get to sleep then I'll forget to eat I just wanna be happy Cause I'm trippin on lonely nights Bad thoughts, bad vibes I bit the fruit and now I taste the sorrow What it means to be alone I can't, I wont I might fold and now it's starting to show This love will kill us both I keep my peace of mind in the sill of a window So it might grow While you blacken the sun to kill me off But I'll never go I keep your words in mind I'm exposed watch the blood flow Don't let me know If it's all that's left inside take it all, keep it all Don't let me go
Writer(s): Alex Stankewitz, Brandon Hamilton, John Hillman, Sammy Morales Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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