Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
KIDZ BOP Kids
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Bhasker
Composer
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
Andrew Dost
Songwriter
Nate Ruess
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Craig Balsam
Executive Producer
Cliff Chenfeld
Executive Producer
Michael Anderson
Producer
Gary Philips
Producer
Lyrics
Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights I call it a draw
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh, no, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for?
What do I stand for?
Most nights I don't know anymore
(Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh)
This is it, boys, this is war (oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
What are we waiting for? (oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
Why don't we break the rules already? (oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
I was never one to believe the hype (oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
Save that for the black and white (oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked (oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
But here they come again to jack my style
That's alright (that's alright)
I found a martyr in my head tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I?, mmmh, mmm
Well, some nights I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights I always win, I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh, no, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for?
What do I stand for?
Most nights I don't know, come on
(Come on, come on)
Well, that is it guys, that is all five minutes in and I'm bored again
Ten years of this, I'm not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks at home
Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the heck wants to be alone all dried up in the desert sun?
My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she call "love"
When I look into my nephew's eyes
Man, you wouldn't believe the most amazing things that can come from
Some terrible nights
(Oh, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh)
The other night you wouldn't believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up but we'd both agree
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance, oh
It's for the best you didn't listen
It's for the best we get our distance, oh
Writer(s): Jeffrey Bhasker, Jack Michael Antonoff, Nathaniel Joseph Ruess, Andrew Dost
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