Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mackenzie Kwilos
Songwriter
Andrew Tufano
Songwriter
Cameron Becker
Songwriter
Spencer Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Tufano
Producer
Cameron Becker
Producer
Lyrics
You were so good at the bad and the ugly
You were the best at pretending you loved me
You paid the bill, I paid the price
You told the waitress, she's got pretty eyes
And you had the nerve to ask why
I'm not hungry
Maybe I'm just not cut out for competition
With you and every girl that has a pulse
So baby congratulations
I hope you like your prize
Standing up on that podium, alone for the rest of your life
I'll be sitting for your ovation
Cause boy you're not worth the fight
And I would rather run right now than in circles til the day that I die
I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye
I was in bed, waiting for you to drive home
She was a blonde, or was it brunette, from Ohio (or Nashville, or Vegas, or LA)
I'm almost impressed, you should go pro
At turning a young girl's naive heart stone cold
You're the man, you're the champ
At being an asshole
So baby congratulations
I hope you like your prize
Standing up on that podium, alone for the rest of your life
I'll be sitting for your ovation
Cause boy you're not worth the fight
And I would rather run right now than in circles til the day that I die
I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye
Maybe I'm just not cut out for competition
With you and every girl that has a pulse
Funny how to you it's only ever about winning
When all I ever wanted was you close
So baby congratulations
I hope you like your prize
Standing up on that podium, alone for the rest of your life
I'll be sitting for your ovation
Cause boy you're not worth the fight
And I would rather run right now than in circles til the day that I die
I lose, you win, good luck, goodbye
Writer(s): Mackenzie Kwilos, Andrew Tufano, Spencer Jordan, Cameron Becker
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