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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hana Bryanne McElroy
Hana Bryanne McElroy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hana Bryanne
Hana Bryanne
Producer
Brian Gibbs
Brian Gibbs
Mixing Engineer
Forest B Wilson
Forest B Wilson
Mastering Engineer
Tool Shed Studios
Tool Shed Studios
Mixing Engineer
Cat Dinh
Cat Dinh
Photography

Lyrics

Running back from the parlor
My head underwater again
Caught in the headlock
You brought to a knife fight, and then
Criminal clutch
Four words, quick touch
Blow the roofs off the houses
At home with their spouses, and I
Watch it all from the window,
The terrified neighbors come by
Shooting blanks in their yard
Still they don't go too far
Curse the fist, love the bruise
Blame it on your tattoos
Sit in silence with Sylvia Plath
Still look like your mom,
With your makeup all gone,
You should call before things get too bad
Kleptomaniacal face in the mirror
Memorizing the tiles above the bath
I've got a good thing going
Wearing holes in all my shoes
Crying pretty at the movies,
When the hero looks like you
Soaked in temporary crazy
I'll exploit and then discard
Til my words are all but buried
With the dog in my backyard
The boys have all been fleeing
Since the summer rolled around
Don't they know the world is over
Everywhere by now?
I gotta know if the angels really have a thousand eyes
Everything i hate about myself is just you in disguise
I... got a feeling
I... watch you leaving
Written by: Hana Bryanne McElroy
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