Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suncharmer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Brice
Songwriter
Sam Dann
Songwriter
Paul Crisp
Songwriter
Jasper Morris
Songwriter
Lyrics
Stop forcing the idea
That we need to get away
Now my head's not thinking straight
You've got my pelvis on a plate
As luck would have it
I've been trying to kick a habit
I can't live my life this way
I've been waiting
Where's your sense of mistake?
Your kisses bruise my face
And you're so indecisive
With your catch and release
How can I compete?
Without indication
You crumble my patience
In blind admiration I
Repeat information
And now I stick to the wall just to
Avoid conversation
And I'm pinning the blame on you
I've been waiting
In this desolate heat
A living fantasy
So let me be your evening dress
So I might touch your physique
How can I compete?
I'll soak up your sight
Before you get a chance to ignore me
I'll roll back the time so it's hours before you leave
Though every second is sanity waiting to bore me
I'm getting hung up on your silence and vanity
I'm waiting
Let me be your mistake
Because I've left it far too late
I'm just too indecisive
To win this game you play
I'll meet you there some day
Written by: Jasper Morris, Josh Brice, Paul Crisp, Sam Dann