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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hotel Books
Hotel Books
Performer
Cameron Smith
Cameron Smith
Lead Vocals
Jonathan Sherer
Jonathan Sherer
Electric Guitar
Andrew Baughman
Andrew Baughman
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Ingram
Nick Ingram
Songwriter
Cameron Smith
Cameron Smith
Songwriter
Jonathan Sherer
Jonathan Sherer
Songwriter
Andrew Baughman
Andrew Baughman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Ingram
Nick Ingram
Producer

Lyrics

I'm finally 23, I've seen so many countries I thought I'd never get to see And I understand the blessing I've been given by being able to get in front of an audience And sometimes I wish I could take this back and find a way back To the friendships I had before I started chasing after all of this When everybody else is getting married and having kids And I'm trying to get rid of the thought that over the next five years She left 'cause she wanted to have children, but I still wanted to be a kid And I don't think I'm gonna change anytime soon I hope that my son and I will have somethings in common So we can talk often and we'll share it all I hope that my son and I will have somethings in common 'Cause me and his mom will love each other, oh I hope I'm not wrong And love is like poison I'm listening to the voices of what I thought I understood We're tasting our own venom And turning it into a weapon And trying to say it's all for good And I can see through what I thought was a wall And I can tell you now, I don't know it all I hope that my son and I will have somethings in common So we can talk often and we'll share it all I hope that my son and I will have somethings in common 'Cause me and his mom will love each other, oh I hope I'm not wrong "He told her that he felt he was just a quick-burning cigarette and she had a whole pack. He knew the analogy was trite, but he also knew she would understand. He knew she was smart, she just did not understand that being addicted to something, does not mean you need it. He, on the other hand, understood, but only because he was an addict first. His prayers had become violent, but not toward anyone, just toward the hurricane he felt in his lungs every time she took another drag. He was alone, and he hoped she was too."
Writer(s): Andrew Baughman, Cameron Smith, Jonathan Sherer, Nick Ingram Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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