Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Molly McPhaul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Molly McPhaul
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Molly McPhaul
Producer
Reinis Ašmanis
Producer
Lyrics
Would someone tell me
Why I'm turning into
The ones I loved before
You might correct me
Maybe it wasn't love
But it felt like it for sure
Been needing answers
So I listen to songs
That I don't know the words to yet
I find it helps to write the titles down
That way you know you won't forget
And I ride the metro
With my headphones on
Paper with titles in my hand
And I'm saving a seat
For anyone
With extra headphones
And a song
Who wants to help me understand
Would someone tell me
Why I'm turning into
The ones I've adored before
Maybe the answers simple
You get robbed enough times
You should learn to lock the door
Still needing answers so I
Relive the past 'cause it's just so easy
You should see me
Losing my mind completely yeah
Searching for 'em under bridges
Thinking I'll find 'em hidden in the graffiti
Do you see me?
As I ride the metro
With my headphones on
Paper with titles in my hand
And I'm saving a seat
For anyone
With extra headphones
And a song
Who wants to help me understand
Why I'm turning into someone who's
Forgetting how to feel
I'm turning into someone who
Feels it's wrong to feel
And I won't mind the wait no
Long as I'm on my way home
Home, home, home
Written by: Molly McPhaul
