Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Songwriter
Benjamin Rogers
Songwriter
Ricky Andreas Villegas
Songwriter
Lyrics
Hide away from the cold
Wear me out but call me home
Pulling me through the cracks
My head in your hands
I will follow you
I was just stuck under your thumb
And in the clarity, it stings a lot like hindsight
Play it all in vain and wonder
How did we slowly descend?
You got into my head
I thought that I'd know better
Some may say it is the tide mind
Pulling in what pushes back, defined
Am I awake or am I asleep?
Am I awake or am I asleep, or am I
Am I awake or am I asleep, or am I
And in the clarity, it stings a lot like hindsight
Play it all in vain and wonder
How did we slowly descend?
You got into my head
I thought that I'd know better
Stings a lot like hindsight
Play it all in vain and so that
I would be taking the blame
You put me in my place
I thought that I'd know better
I thought that I'd know better
And if you think I should smile
Well there's a change of pace
I only wear a mask
When I'm off my face
Come and face me
Fuck your reality
Come and face me
Fuck your mortality
Now that I know better
And in the clarity, it stings a lot like hindsight
Play it all in vain and wonder
How did we slowly descend?
You got into my head
I thought that I'd know better
Writer(s): Monica Tartaglia
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