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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quinn Barnitt
Quinn Barnitt
Vocals
Jake Weinberg
Jake Weinberg
Programming
Jackson Shanks
Jackson Shanks
Drums
Sora Lopez
Sora Lopez
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinn Barnitt
Quinn Barnitt
Composer
Jake Weinberg
Jake Weinberg
Composer
Jackson Shanks
Jackson Shanks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jake Weinberg
Jake Weinberg
Producer
Jackson Shanks
Jackson Shanks
Co-Producer
Hudson Pollock
Hudson Pollock
Assistant Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't remember a single real thing about you Just all of the sickness and you were supposed to see me through And you're lucky as shit, the things I omit 'Cause you stole more of me than I'd care to admit So, I can't remember all the fucked shit that you'd do So, fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart And fuck your soft boy scam The cowboy or the Tarzan No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man Man Man It's late at night when the sprinklers turn on as I'm leaving And I don't know why every time I'm with you I lose feelings I was already sick when you called me your fix Then I pushed mine aside to make room for your shit I've spent life holding other peoples aches in safe-keeping So, fuck all your gold stars, the cherries in the backyard No amount of sugar could sweeten such a bitter heart And fuck your soft boy scam The cowboy or the Tarzan No amount of nail polish could paint you a good man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man Man
Writer(s): Jackson Shanks, Quinn Chandler Barnitt, Jacob G Weinberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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