Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stay Inside
Performer
Christopher Johns
Performer
Bryn Nieboer
Performer
Vishnu Anantha
Performer
Christopher Lawless
Performer
Matthew Hull
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Johns
Songwriter
Bryn Nieboer
Songwriter
Vishnu Anantha
Songwriter
Christopher Lawless
Songwriter
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 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.
Writer(s): Bryn Nieboer, Christopher Johns, Christopher Lawless, Matthew Hull, Vishnu Anantha
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