Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Rhythm Guitar
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Drums
Jay James
Jay James
Bass Guitar
Michael Paget
Michael Paget
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Lyrics
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Producer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer
Ginge Martin
Ginge Martin
Engineer
Jeff Rose
Jeff Rose
Engineer
Tom Manning
Tom Manning
Assistant Recording Engineer
Simon Jones
Simon Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Darren Jones
Darren Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kevin Bosley
Kevin Bosley
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You turn me off at the push of a button And you pretend that I don't mean nothing I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell But, guess what, honey? You ain't no angel You like to scream, use words as a weapon Well, go ahead, take your best shot, woman I wanna leave you, it's easy to see But, guess what, honey? It's not that easy We get so complicated (complicated!) This finger's for our memories So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say, so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories (Memories, ah-ah) I wanna run and escape from your prison But when I leave, I feel something is missing (ah-ah-ah...) I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell This can't be Heaven, it feels like I'm in Hell You're like the drug that I can't stop taking I want more and I can't stop craving (ah-ah-ah...) I still want you, it's easy to see But, guess what, honey? You're not that good for me We get so complicated (complicated!) This finger's for our memories So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say, so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories Just bittersweet memories We get so complicated (complicated!) This finger's for our memories We get so complicated (complicated, complicated) So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say, so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh There's nothing left to say Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh There's nothing left to say
Writer(s): Michael Thomas, Jason James, Don Gilmore, Matthew Tuck, Michael Paget Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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