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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vincent Paz
Vincent Paz
Guitar
Evan Taylor
Evan Taylor
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Paz
Vincent Paz
Songwriter
Evan Taylor
Evan Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vincent Paz
Vincent Paz
Producer

Lyrics

Will you love my old heart
When it ruins your floors
Bleeding out into hardwood
Cheating your new chores
Would you
To my body
To eat
To feed
If you knew
I was nothing
But the taking of your lead
Shouting it out from the top of my lungs
Sprouting it down from the roots of my tongue
Believing it now like I should have done
See the roots of my youth
See that it wasn't love
While you're breathing on my neck
Preoccupied with not breaking a sweat
Doesn't stop your mumbled breath
Doesn't stop what's coming next
Are you trying to make me cry
Got a speck stuck in my eye
Don't you say that I'm too high
Don't you say that, that I
Would you
To my body
To eat
To feed
If you knew
I was nothing
But the taking of
Shouting it out from the top of my lungs
Sprouting it down from the roots of my tongue
Believing it now like I should have done
See the roots of my youth
See that it wasn't love
Written by: Evan Taylor, Vincent Paz
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