Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brianna Calcagno
Brianna Calcagno
Songwriter
Steve Venti
Steve Venti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Venti
Steve Venti
Producer
James Zaner
James Zaner
Producer

Lyrics

I can see the nail marks in my door
Walking out the house my throat is sore
Shredding my vocal chords
Just tryna get you to have some remorse
Learning empathy can′t be forced
And they say, don't stress or let it get to your head
My little mess you need some rest, know
The distress will leave you begging for less
My little mess
I′m falling into the wasteland
I'm crawling knees on the pavement
These toxins on my right hand
Pills on my nightstand
My body can't
Handle the wasteland
Can′t handle the wasteland
I can see the cage, the planks, the boards
I can hear the keys clank through the ward
And now I′m treading on unknown lore
Keeping my enemies wanting more
Knowing I can't always be adored
And they say, don′t stress or let it get to your head
My little mess you need some rest, know
The distress will leave you begging for less
You don't get it
I′m falling into the wasteland
I'm crawling knees on the pavement
These toxins on my right hand
Pills on my nightstand
My body can′t
Handle the wasteland
Can't handle the wasteland
I've got the urge to gouge your eyes out
You′ve got the nerve to catch the fallout
Don′t stress it's getting repetitive
I can promise you′re not making a dent
Written by: Brianna Calcagno, Steve Venti
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