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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Regrettes
Performer
Lydia Night
Lead Vocals
Mike Elizondo
Bass
Drew Thomsen
Drums
Genessa Gariano
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lydia Night
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alonzo Lazaro
Assistant Engineer
Rachael Moore
Assistant Engineer
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Henry Lunetta
Editing Engineer
Adam Hawkins
Mixing Engineer
Brent Arrowood
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You said "I blacked out and couldn't catch my breath I fell out"
All of my planned out steps down
Now I just gotta get it back, gotta get it back before it's gone
Ted said "to play it cool", you wanna make 'em
Make the rules, don't ever follow them
Now I just gotta get back, gotta get it back before you're gone
Now when you're counting minutes, set a timer
Avoid combustion or backfire
'Cause you're the only one who picks what happens next
You say "you didn't care" and I know that it was lie
'Cause you've cared, I think we both really tried
Now we just gotta get it back, gotta get it back before it's gone
And I want you to call, I know you probably won't
Should I call? I had to break my phone
No, I'll never get you back, never get you back before you're gone
And when your heart is beating, pinch your finger
Distract yourself from thoughts that linger
'Cause you're the only that picks what happens next
And tell me why it has to be so damn complicated
I'm thinking something so why shouldn't I say it
All these rules seem so fuckin' dated
I'm a hypocrite 'cause, yeah, the game, I play it, yeah
Yeah, I play it
I think the you're scared of what it possibly means that I'm not
What could I have in my sleeve?
But please don't go away, please don't go away
Just come love me
And I know I'm not shy, sometimes that scares people off
But I try to get the things that I want
Please don't go away, please don't go away
Just come love me
And when your feet are tapping, need a milkshake
Give your body somewhat of a break
'Cause you're the only one you need to impress
And tell me why it has to be so damn complicated
I'm thinking something, so why shouldn't I say it?
All these rules seem so fuckin' dated
I'm a hypocrite 'cause, yeah, the game, I play it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I play it
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
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Oh, oh, oh, oh oh!
Writer(s): Lydia Victoria Night
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