Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Polina Bondarenko
Songwriter
Leonardo Porro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ledo
Producer
Ivan Cheung
Mixing Engineer
Alexander Wright
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Another day, another opinion, yeah
I never asked for at all
I catch your sticks and stones
And turn them into gold
All of this attention
So flattering
Ah-ah
Oh, what a shame
Your judgment, yeah
Don't really matter to me
'Cause I don't really care
About all the things you say
But I know the one thing
I'm the one at the sail in my head
You do not get
To tell this girl what's best
For her, about that
The door's right there, babe
So help yourself
Oh, the door's right there, babe
So help yourself
Another week, another arrow
In my back as you drool
Over me, but my armor got better, yeah
With pathetic wannabes like you
All this hate and drama
From you to me
Ah-ah
Got me saying
Time to lock you out
And throw away the key
'Cause I don't really care
About all the things you say
But I know the one thing
I'm the one at the sail in my head
You do not get
To tell this girl what's best
For her, about that
The door's right there, babe
So help yourself
Oh, the door's right there, babe
So help yourself
I cut you off
Like a boring conversation
I write you off
Like a tardy obligation
I forget you
Like unasked for information
I let it go
Like an unpleasant situation
'Cause I don't really care
About all the things you say
But I know the one thing
I'm the one at the sail in my head
You do not get
To tell this girl what's best
For her, about that
The door's right there, babe
So help yourself
Oh, the door's right there, babe
So help yourself
Oh, the door's right there, babe
So help yourself
Writer(s): Polina Bondarenko
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