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