Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Songwriter
Benjamin Rogers
Benjamin Rogers
Songwriter
Ricky Andreas Villegas
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
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