Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neck Deep
Neck Deep
Performer
Ben Barlow
Ben Barlow
Lead Vocals
Dani Washington
Dani Washington
Drums
Fil Thorpe-Evans
Fil Thorpe-Evans
Bass Guitar
Jeremy McKinnon
Jeremy McKinnon
Vocals
Lloyd Roberts
Lloyd Roberts
Electric Guitar
Matt West
Matt West
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Barlow
Ben Barlow
Songwriter
Dani Washington
Dani Washington
Songwriter
Fil Thorpe-Evans
Fil Thorpe-Evans
Songwriter
Jeremy McKinnon
Jeremy McKinnon
Songwriter
Lloyd Roberts
Lloyd Roberts
Songwriter
Matt West
Matt West
Composer
Sebastian Barlow
Sebastian Barlow
Songwriter
Andrew Robert Wade
Andrew Robert Wade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Robert Wade
Andrew Robert Wade
Recording Engineer
Jeremy McKinnon
Jeremy McKinnon
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sit still in the cold of February
Hold my hand in the cemetery and you'll be safe
And I know that this is only temporary
And I don't think that it's helping anything
[Verse 2]
And it's all fun and games until someone gets fucked up
This will end in tears, I could never be enough for you
Count my blessings on one hand and my curses on the other
I let you slip between my fingers, hide away until the summer
[Verse 3]
Kali Ma lean over me, rip your hand into my chest
Pull out my beating heart for the world to see
Then send me down to hell, you ignore my pleas
Indiana couldn't save me, so I guess I'll save myself
[Verse 4]
We hop from bench to bench in the middle of our town
Where the street lights hit your eyes
And then the tears came falling down
The love that you confessed, the product of your loneliness
I see right through you, but what do I do?
[Verse 5]
Of course I fall for it
Just like I did when I was sixteen
Such a fool for you
Did you ever even miss me? Doubt it
[Verse 6]
Kali Ma lean over me, rip your hand into my chest
Pull out my beating heart for the world to see
Then send me down to hell, you ignore my pleas
Indiana couldn't save me, so I guess I'll save myself
[Verse 7]
And Kali Ma lean over me, rip your hand into my chest
Pull out my beating heart for the world to see
Oh, won't you go to hell?
(GO TO HELL)
[Verse 8]
You're gonna get killed chasin' after
Your damn fortune and glory
Maybe I, maybe I will
(BUT NOT TODAY)
Written by: Andrew Wade, Ben Barlow, Dani Washington, Fil Thorpe-Evans, Jeremy McKinnon, Lloyd Roberts, Matt West, Phil Thorpe-Evans, Sebastian Barlow
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