制作
出演艺人
Teenage Disaster
声乐
作曲和作词
Jake Weinberg
词曲作者
Thorne Baker
词曲作者
制作和工程
Jake Weinberg
制作人
歌词
Dadum-da-da-da, da-doo
I wish I told you, that I lost my grip
I hope the neighbours don’t hear me screaming ('Cause I feel so sick)
Oh baby, darling, can’t you see, that I’ve lost a part of me?
I wish that we could see eye-to-eye, I wish you hadn’t died
Stone cold, baby, I don’t feel much lately
Yeah, you calling me crazy, fed up on the daily
The cops don’t know you’re missing
Who’s that boy you kissin'? Oh, oh
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Talkin' to myself, waiting for some help (Oh God help)
Waking up from a nightmare, tried to get sleep
Panic attacks every day of the week
Fuck these pills, they make me tired
I’m pissed off, set my house on fire (Motherfu—)
Stone cold, baby, I don’t feel much lately
Yeah, you calling me crazy, fed up on the daily
The cops don’t know you’re missing
Who’s that boy you kissin'? Oh, oh
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah—)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
The cops don’t know you’re missing (Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
The cops don’t know you’re missing (Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Hey, um, just calling back. Um, about the body situation. Some, uh, some violent men came over and um, there’s like, a couple more. Please, please call me back, bye.
Written by: Jake Weinberg, Thorne Baker
