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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crawlers
Crawlers
Performer
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Synthesizer
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Synthesizer
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Vocals
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Guitar
Olivia Kettle
Olivia Kettle
Background Vocals
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Composer
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Composer
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Composer
Olivia Kettle
Olivia Kettle
Composer
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Producer
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Producer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I think I'm all the things I hate I think about crying to manipulate The ones who think I'm insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Borrow my friends' prescription pills Do it just to feel a thrill No one tell you drugs can kill ya? Drinking just to talk to strangers Like I'm alive to entertain ya While I copy your behavior And I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus I guess I'm all the things I hate I think about crying to manipulate The ones who think I'm insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Off guard now I hold the guilt on my hands Alone, not healthy but at least I've got a way to cope Damn, can't cope alone It isn't where I thought my life would be Now that I've hit past 23 Consumed by the noise to stay alive Recovery exposed on the internet Filtered through a stranger's lens 'Round those I pay to call friends And I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus I guess I'm all the things I hate I think about crying to manipulate The ones who think I'm insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Off guard now I hold the guilt on my hands Alone, not healthy but at least I've got a way to cope Damn, can't cope alone It's that time of year always It's that time of year always Off guard now I hold the guilt on my hands Alone Don't tell me how to get better You know that I love it when I'm getting sadder Don't tell me how to get better You know that they love it when I'm getting sadder Don't tell me how to get better The people won't like me if I'm any louder Don't tell me how to get better You know I fucking love it when I'm getting sadder Damn Damn I guess I'm all the things I hate Now I'm only crying to manipulate I'm the one who's insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Off guard, now I hold the guilt in my hands (I'll be your messiah) Damn, alone Not healthy but at least I got a way to cope (like your prettier Jesus) Damn, can't cope alone (I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus) Damn, can't cope alone (I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus) Alone (I am your messiah like your prettier Jesus) Alone
Writer(s): Jennifer Decilveo, Amy Woodall, Holly Minto, Harry Breen, Olivia Kettle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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