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Connell
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Turnede
Pop
Connell adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Republic Records tarafından 15 Ağustos 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıWishbone
album cover
AlbümWishbone
Çıkış Tarihi15 Ağustos 2025
FirmaRepublic Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM77

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conan Gray
Conan Gray
Vocals
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Programming
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Violin
Kane Ritchotte
Kane Ritchotte
Drums
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Dylan Day
Dylan Day
Electric Guitar
Gabe Noel
Gabe Noel
Upright Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Conan Gray
Conan Gray
Songwriter
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Producer
Rob Moose
Rob Moose
Strings Engineer
Daniel Nigro
Daniel Nigro
Executive Producer
Will Maclellan
Will Maclellan
Recording Engineer
Rachel White
Rachel White
Recording Engineer
Mitch McCarthy
Mitch McCarthy
Mixing Engineer
Zach Szydlo
Zach Szydlo
Immersive Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

[Verse 1]
I saw you in a photograph
With some brunette girl in a head-back laugh
And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
Down the small of her back
You were never outside with me
Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
That I'd meet your mom and dad
[Chorus]
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah, you remind me of how little I deserve
[Verse 2]
I knew we weren't meant to be
I'm from Texas skies, you're from London streets
And I'm not your type, but you're trying things
So that's everything I need
To break apart my own heart again
Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
That I'm not worth shit, and I'm better dead
Who's the victim in the end?
[Chorus]
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
And you remind me of how little I deserve
Yeah, you remind me of my father slurring words
So you remind me of how little I deserve
[Outro]
Connell
Connell
Connell
Conn—, ugh
Written by: Conan Gray
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