Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Background Vocals
AJ Pruis
AJ Pruis
Programming
Sam Ellis
Sam Ellis
Banjo
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Acoustic Guitar
Cremaine Booker
Cremaine Booker
Cello
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Drums
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Songwriter
AJ Pruis
AJ Pruis
Songwriter
Derrick Southerland
Derrick Southerland
Songwriter
Nate Cyphert
Nate Cyphert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Producer
AJ Pruis
AJ Pruis
Producer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We've been lying to ourselves Acting like we're something else How'd we get in this masquerade? There's a secret in your eyes It's the same one that's in mine Aren't you tired of being this way? Call it what you want Call it what you want Call it what you want But it won't change a thing Call it what you want Call it what you want Call it what you want But at the end of the day We're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine We're a ride home in the dark With our fingers intertwined You and me keep on tryna pretend But you and me, yeah we gotta admit We're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor Where I see you all the time But still wanna see you more You and me keep on tryna pretend But you and me, mmm We're not friends No, we're not friends Mmm, no Friends are something that we were Before me sleeping in your shirt But baby, we're past that now Friends don't do the things we do Friends don't use the words we use Yeah, friends could just hang out But we're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine We're a ride home in the dark With our fingers intertwined You and me keep on tryna pretend But you and me, yeah we gotta admit We're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor Where I see you all the time But still wanna see you more You and me keep on tryna pretend But you and me, oh We're not friends We're not friends, oh We're a kiss at 2am that tastes like wine A ride home in the dark With our fingers intertwined You and me keep on tryna pretend But you and me, yeah we got to admit We're an extra set of clothes on the bedroom floor Where I see you all the time But still wanna see you more You and me keep on tryna pretend But you and me, oh We're not friends No, we're not friends
Writer(s): Derrick Adam Southerland, Ingrid Andress, Nate Cyphert, A.j. Pruis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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