Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Brooker
Songwriter
Cole Pestana
Songwriter
Nicholas St. Amour
Songwriter
Trey Barstow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cole Pestana
Engineer
Nicholas St. Amour
Producer
Lyrics
Just woke up ready to sleep and shout
I call up the dark and say let's hang out
It's a beautiful day and I wanna be scared
Let's make no noise and play under the stairs
If we get hungry we've got pills to eat
If we get thirsty we've got Promethazine
So shake off the webs come on and show me a smile
You terrify me but you do it with style
Ooowee Ooowee Ohhhhh
Ooowee Ooowee Ohhhhh
Yea Yea Yea Yea
Hatman come and visit me again
Cuz the walls are creeping in
And shadow people need a friend
They know who I am
And all the things I've said
Inside of my head
With these pink pills in my hand
This time can't be worse than the last
So here we are all over again
Stuck in my home alone with all of my friends
Just getting started but sedations a rush
Let's throw a party and kick up angel dust
Shadows deep where the whispers dwell
I'll share a secret if you promise to tell
Born from the pills that self medicate
I'm hung to the gills cuz you showed me the way
And I don't want to think ahead
All the paths are leading me to dead as fuck
Hatman come and visit me again
Cuz the walls are creeping in
And shadow people need a friend
They know who I am
And all the things I've said
Inside of my head
With these pink pills in my hand
This time can't be worse than the last
Inside
Inside my head
All we are
Shadows in the stars
Take my hand
Play with me my friend
All we are
Shadows in the stars
Take my hand
One last time again
Hatman come and visit me again
Cuz the walls are creeping in
And shadow people need a friend
They know who I am
And all the things I've said
Inside of my head
With these pink pills in my hand
This time can't be worse than the last
Hatman come and visit me again
Cuz the walls are creeping in
And shadow people need a friend
They know who I am
And all the things I've said
Inside of my head
With these pink pills in my hand
This time can't be worse than the last
Hatman come and visit me again
Cuz the walls are creeping in
And shadow people need a friend
They know who I am
And all the things I've said
Inside of my head
With these pink pills in my hand
This time can't be worse than the last
Written by: Cole Pestana, Michael Brooker, Nicholas St. Amour, Trey Barstow

