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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MAY-A
MAY-A
Vocals
Freddy Sheed
Freddy Sheed
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
Songwriter
Maya Cumming
Maya Cumming
Songwriter
Annika Bennett
Annika Bennett
Songwriter
Anthony Rossomando
Anthony Rossomando
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
Producer
Colin Brittain
Colin Brittain
Mixing Engineer
Emerson Mancini
Emerson Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Dave Schiffman
Dave Schiffman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Sober up, drive home Roll your feelings in a cigarette I miss you, or I don't? I'm just a sentimental piece of shit One small dose to get me high I'm still a sucker every time For something familiar Walking back, back through that door I feel I could kill ya Hate myself but I hate you more If I see your face around and I say, "God, help me now" I'm dying to feel ya, for something familiar A left turn, keep straight I could close my eyes and drive to your place Same look on your face I wish it could stay like nothing's ever changed One small dose to get me high I'm still a sucker every time For something familiar Walking back, back through that door I feel I could kill ya Hate myself but I hate you more If I see your face around and I say, "God, help me now" I'm dying to feel ya, for something familiar Out of my depth, babe I can't do this shit no more I'm sick of guessing Open up or burn down the door I'm still a sucker every time For something familiar Walking back, back through that door I feel I could kill ya Hate myself but I hate you more If I see your face around and I say, "God, help me now" I'm dying to feel ya, for something familiar
Writer(s): Anthony Rossomando, Andrew Wells, Maya Cumming, Annika Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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