Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Short Stack
Short Stack
Performer
Shaun Diviney
Shaun Diviney
Vocals
Bradie Webb
Bradie Webb
Drums
Andrew Clemmenson
Andrew Clemmenson
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaun Diviney
Shaun Diviney
Composer
Bradie Webb
Bradie Webb
Composer
Andrew Clemmenson
Andrew Clemmenson
Composer

Lyrics

We've become nothing at all
Lead through the back of our spines
And as our heads hit the floor
We were dead 17 times
And every minute regret
That sank its teeth in my mind
Says all that needs to be said
And said it 17 times
So oh oh we never did let it come to this
So don't give up on me
Yet
I still can't forget
And while I'm still late
Some might say, some might say
I'll be your biggest regret
The pain was never inept
Oh lay oh, oh lay oh
So don't give up on me yet
And everything that I said
Was just a slip of the tongue
To reinforce what I meant
That cliche you're number one
Through it all, so far away
And say it 17 times
So don't give up on me
Yet
I still can't forget
And while I'm still late
Some might say, some might say
I'll be your biggest regret
The pain was never inept
Oh lay oh, oh lay oh
So don't give up on me yet
So don't give up on me yet
I still can't forget
And while I'm still late
Some might say, some might say
I'll be your biggest regret
The pain was never inept
Oh lay oh, oh lay oh
So don't give up on me
So don't give up on me yet
Oh lay oh, oh lay oh
We've become nothing at all
Lead through the back of our spines
And as our heads hit the floor
We were dead 17 times
And every minute regret
That sank its teeth in my mind
Says all that needs to be said
And said it 17 times
Written by: Andrew Clemmenson, Bradie Webb, Shaun Diviney
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