Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ROLE MODEL
ROLE MODEL
Vocals
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Piano
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Songwriter
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Songwriter
Tucker Pillsbury
Tucker Pillsbury
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noah Conrad
Noah Conrad
Producer
Mason Stoops
Mason Stoops
Producer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You were a brand new, blue jean, picket on the front lawn
A reason just to get off the floor
From a friend to a stranger, a simple rearranger
Should I even open that door?
[Verse 2]
It was a Sunday morning, hanging by a shoelace
Felt like you were starting a war
Now you're changing and moving
I'll take my ass to Houston
'Cause I don't think you love me anymore
That's alright
[Verse 3]
You were a headache, some days
But surely no one's perfect
Well, loving you's like doing a chore
Instead of blaming and bruising
And watching what I'm losing
I don't think I love you anymore
[Bridge]
And if this is my goodbye
It's been the longest of my life
I see my shoes have been filled
And still, all I can hope is that he's treating you nice
[Verse 4]
I see the new man you're holding
The bar is finally closing
I don't know what I'm bugging you for
Between the silence and the mileage
The feelings you were hiding
I don't think you love me anymore
And I don't think I love you anymore
[Outro]
But I don't think I'll ever be so sure
Written by: Laufey, Mason Stoops, Noah Conrad, Tucker Pillsbury
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