Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hillamillion
Hillamillion
Songwriter
Vittorio Barnett
Vittorio Barnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hillamillion
Hillamillion
Engineer
VITO
VITO
Producer

Lyrics

And I hope the state of our house plants
Is in no shape reminiscent
Of the way the past months have been
Or the weight I've weighed on your patience
Can we blame it on
Anything other than
I want to believe it
Delusional is it
Well I see the hole in the bag
Try to bury these feelings
Under the shell of me
But they grow legs and come back
Back back
I see the hole in the bag
Once filled with all that we had
Now spilled in the back
With the trash
Lining the garden
Was trash spread over the earth
The lights went over my head
Confused as to why it won't work
Just hold me tight
I swear I'll be what you need
And everything in between
I swear I'll make you believe
What you will lose if you leave
I want to believe it
Delusional is it
Well I see the hole in the bag
Try to bury these feelings
Under the shell of me
But they grow legs and come back
I want to believe it
Delusional is it
Well I see the hole in the bag
Try to bury these feelings
Under the shell of me
But they grow legs and come back
Back back
I see the hole in the bag
Once filled with all that we had
Now spilled in the back
Dealing with loss
Like an abrupt end
My exact thoughts
The ones that I fed
That I'm dealing with loss
Like an abrupt end
My exact thoughts
The ones that I fed
Need to starve them out
Starve them out
Starve them out instead
I see the hole in the bag
Written by: Hill Famillion, Vittorio Barnett
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