Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rose Avenue
Rose Avenue
Performer
Langdon Dearborn
Langdon Dearborn
Lead Vocals
Will Chant
Will Chant
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Langdon Dearborn
Langdon Dearborn
Songwriter
Will Chant
Will Chant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Langdon Dearborn
Langdon Dearborn
Producer
Will Chant
Will Chant
Producer
John Buser
John Buser
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I feel like an idiot
I believed you when you told me
That Jesus runs the government from a high rise
On the far side of town
We watch the people come take photographs
They strike a pose and fake a laugh
And no one cares to do the math
Don't you get your hopes up now
I'll miss the point if you don't scream it out
There's a number on your phone that you don't call
Like a doorbell ringing down the hall
And the words you said I can't recall
Maybe I don't need to
Maybe I don't need to
Jump ship, there's an old guy shaking hands
Pole dancing like a fireman
Wants us to come see his daughter's band
At the bar dive on the far side of town
Foreclosure on city hall
Touchdown playing baseball
Godspeed to the know-it-alls
In a basement, cigarettes in their mouths
Don't you get your hopes up now
I'll miss the point if you don't scream it out
There's a number on your phone that you don't call
Like a doorbell ringing down the hall
And the words you said I can't recall
Maybe I don't need to
Maybe I don't need to
Don't you get your hopes up now
Don't you get your hopes up now
Don't you get your hopes up now
Maybe I don't need to
Maybe I don't need to
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
Gonna get, gonna get, gonna get get get
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
(Don't you get your hopes up now)
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
Gonna get, gonna get my hopes up
Written by: Langdon Dearborn, Will Chant
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