Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jutes
Jutes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Lutes
Jordan Lutes
Songwriter
Ricky Manning
Ricky Manning
Songwriter
Ori Rose
Ori Rose
Songwriter
Keith Sorrells
Keith Sorrells
Composer
Alex Niceforo
Alex Niceforo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Sorrells
Keith Sorrells
Mixing Engineer
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
Producer
Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
Producer

Lyrics

Maybe I should move closer to the beach
'Cause the valley full of our memories
I can't even go where we used to eat
Hard to call it home without all your things
Now I do what I want and I kinda hate it
And all I do is drive down the interstate
'Cause when I try to sleep I just see your face
And the plans we made
We picked a name for our daughter
Talked about her like she was here
Had a dream of me at the alter
Could have sworn I saw you there
I even almost asked your father
But last minute I got scared
I thought forever might last longer
I could have sworn we'd make it there
But now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair, (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair
I deleted your number
Wish I didn't know that shit by heart
'Cause if I get any drunker
I'll fuck it up and call you from this bar
Wanna know are you home touching someone else
Should I leave you alone, should we work things out
Now who do I tell
When I'm not doing too well?
It ain't nobody's fault, yeah, we both done wrong
And it's making it hard to move on
Now who do I call?
When I got no one at all
We picked a name for our daughter
Talked about her like she was here
Had a dream of me at the alter
Could have sworn I saw you there
I even almost asked your father
But last minute I got scared
I thought forever might last longer
I could have sworn we'd make it there
But now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah
We picked a name for our daughter
Talked about her like she was here
Had a dream of me at the alter
Could have sworn I saw you there
I even almost asked your father
But last minute I got scared
I thought forever might last longer
I could have sworn we'd make it there
But now it's fucked beyond repair
Written by: Alex Niceforo, Alex Pomerantz, Jordan Lutes, Keith Sorrells, Ori Dulitzki, Ori Rose, Ricky, Ricky Manning
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