Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maggie Rogers
Maggie Rogers
Vocals
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maggie Rogers
Maggie Rogers
Songwriter
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maggie Rogers
Maggie Rogers
Producer
Ian Fitchuk
Ian Fitchuk
Producer
Shawn Everett
Shawn Everett
Mixing Engineer
Ian Gold
Ian Gold
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Rooney
John Rooney
Recording Engineer
Konrad Snyder
Konrad Snyder
Recording Engineer
Lauren Marquez
Lauren Marquez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Deano
Michael Deano
Assistant Recording Engineer
Josh Moore
Josh Moore
Editing Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Jack Manning
Jack Manning
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lauren Marquer
Lauren Marquer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Dean
Michael Dean
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

My friend Sally's getting married And to me, that sounds so scary I'm still trying to clean up my side of the street Can't imagine what would happen 'Cause I'm still acting out of habit Hoping dirty words just don't escape my teeth Oh, but every time I try just a little Promise that I'll meet in the middle Always find my way back to my feet So close the door and change the channel Give me something I can handle A good lover or someone that's nice to me Take my money, wreck my Sundays Love me 'til your next somebody Oh, but promise me that when it's time to leave Don't forget me Don't forget me My friend Molly's got a guy she Swears to God could be her family Says he's got the greenest eyes you've ever seen But it's crazy all the days she spends Just following him to parties She seems happy, oh, but that's not love to me Oh, but every time I try just a little Promise that I'll meet in the middle But always my find my way back to my feet So close the door and change the channel Give me something I can handle A good lover or someone that's nice to me Take my money, wreck my Sundays Love me 'til your next somebody Oh, and promise me that when it's time to leave Don't forget me Don't forget me And maybe I'm dead wrong Maybe I was bitter from the winter all along Maybe there's a stranger standing, holding out for love Just waiting on the next street Just for me Oh, just for me So close the door and change the channel Give me something I can handle A good lover or someone that's nice to me Take my money, wreck my Sundays Love me 'til your next somebody Oh, but promise me that when it's time to leave Oh, won't you promise me that when it's time to leave Don't forget me Don't forget me
Writer(s): Ian Fitchuk, Margaret Debay Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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