Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelly Wask
Kelly Wask
Songwriter
Daniel Sardesai
Daniel Sardesai
Songwriter
Taylor Kulina
Taylor Kulina
Songwriter
Connor Prezzano
Connor Prezzano
Songwriter

Lyrics

Waking up on the bathroom floor
With a really bad headache that I can't ignore
And I know it's hard, but I reach the door
And i'm hoping that nobody can see me
I don't even know if i'm in
My house or another continent
But I can't be far, I don't think I drove
But I really can't seem to remember
Pick myself up off the floor
I don't want this feeling anymore
Falling to pieces, only live for the weekend
(I'm never gonna get it right, it always feels right to me)
Two bad decisions made me spill all my secrets
I don't know what I did that could have made my head spin
We were dancing on the tables like we didn't pretend
I mixed a little bit of this with a little bit of that
And it ruined my favorite shirt, don't know what I said to her
I don't even know if i'm in
New York or Los Angelos
But I can't be far, I don't think I flew
But explain the roundtrip in my pocket
It seems so familiar
Waking up feeling like I lost a fight
Hiding in the dark to avoid the light
You can't blame me, I said I was sorry
I wasn't myself
Pick myself up off the floor
I don't want this feeling anymore
Paralyzed, alone but why
Do I still pretend that i'll make this right?
Falling to pieces, only live for the weekend
(I'm never gonna get it right, it always feels right to me)
Two bad decisions made me spill all my secrets
Falling to pieces, only live for the weekend
(I'm never gonna get it right, it always feels right to me)
Two bad decisions made me spill all my secrets
Written by: Connor Prezzano, Daniel Sardesai, Kelly Wask, Taylor Kulina
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