Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Long
Songwriter
Matthew Braska
Songwriter
Erik Frandin
Songwriter
Jacek Kaniewski
Songwriter
Lyrics
Woh
I had an existential crisis in a car wash
And I know how stupid that sounds
I guess it's just a metaphor for all the reasons you aren't here anymore
And you know, that I am not afraid of what's to come
Will you ever let me be alone?
Is it the devil in me?
Is that why I can't breathe?
Is that why I can't lift you up off of your feet?
If it's the devil in me
Then I will be unclean
And you'll have to find your own stability
Woh
I resurrected all the times we fought, the sad cadences
Amorously he was just a friend
All the lies I can't comprehend
My head is a carousel that will never end
And I know that I am not afraid of what I've done
It's so much sweeter to know you're weaker
Still playing the victim like you've won
Is it the devil in me?
Is that why I can't breathe?
Is that why I can't lift you up off of your feet?
If it's the devil in me
Then I will be unclean
And you'll have to find your own stability
Is it the devil in me?
Is that why I can't breathe?
Is it the devil in me?
Is that why I can't breathe?
Is that why I can't lift you up off of your feet?
If it's the devil in me
If it's the devil in me
Then you'll have to find your own stability
Writer(s): Joshua Long
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