制作
出演艺人
Brendan Bednarski
声乐
作曲和作词
Brendan Bednarski
词曲作者
Dylan Garforth
词曲作者
Nick Roque
词曲作者
制作和工程
Dylan Garforth
监制
歌词
Got here late
But I almost didn't come
The pressure cuts off my circulation
To the point where I always grow numb
Biting my tongue like it's my occupation
Sometimes it's like I got nothing to say
Wallflower is my favorite costume
Watch my body turn into clay
Especially in a crowded room
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that you just said
Stick my fingers through your cakewalk
Keeping to myself, yeah, keeping in my head
It's all so empty
He doesn't talk much, does he
Why did I come?
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that you just said
That you just said
Got my shovel digging for things in common
On your level, even go for the straw man
I'm just stringing random things together
Playing with the keys in the front of my sweater
I wanna talk, just don't know what about
My train of thought derailed and fell off
My head, my head, trapped inside my head
Too bad, too sad
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that you just said
Stick my fingers through your cakewalk
Keeping to myself, yeah, keeping in my head
It's all so empty
He doesn't talk much, does he
Why did I come?
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that you just said
That you just said
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that I just said
Stick my fingers through your cakewalk
Should've just stayed at home in bed
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that you just said
Stick my fingers through your cakewalk
Keeping to myself, yeah, keeping in my head
It's all so empty
He doesn't talk much, does he
Why did I come?
I grow sick of the small talk
Didn't hear a thing that you just said
That you just said
Written by: Brendan Bednarski, Dylan Garforth, Nick Roque
