Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Johns
Christopher Johns
Songwriter
Bryn Nieboer
Bryn Nieboer
Songwriter
Vishnu Anantha
Vishnu Anantha
Songwriter
Christopher Lawless
Christopher Lawless
Songwriter
Matthew Hull
Matthew Hull
Songwriter

Lyrics

I can't muscle it out
But if they said it
Then I'm sure to god it's true
I swear, man
House of Cards
Was just playing in our backyard
And I just wish that I'd said it before
'fore you were gone
That "you look a bit like coffee
And you taste a little like me"
You'd probably hate it that this song is about you
I'm sorry that I wasn't around you
I'm sorry that I wasn't around
I want to know what happened
But I'm too afraid to ask
I'm analyzing languages
You're lying on your back
I wonder if you'd tell your family
That heaven isn't real
I wonder if you'd tell me
That I'm spinning my wheels
Is this real?
I swear nothing about you is fading for me
I swear nothing about you is fading for me
I'm still driving to Florida
And you're in the back seat
I swear nothing about you is fading for me
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe leaving early made 'em wish I stayed
Maybe I don't care about the guests of the parade
Maybe I look at you gone gone gone
Next time I see y'all might be
Through my dead eyes
Tell me I was selfish
Yeah, I don't mind
No smiles
No flowers
No ashes, no concerns
Black out my vision to a line of light
I'm finding out
I'm saturated
With nothing else
Written by: Bryn Nieboer, Christopher Johns, Christopher Lawless, Matthew Hull, Vishnu Anantha
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