Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bridie Monds-Watson
Guitar
Thomas McLaughlin
Bass Guitar
James Byrne
Drums
Michael Keeney
Piano
Sophie Galpin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bridie Monds-Watson
Songwriter
Thomas McLaughlin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bridie Monds-Watson
Producer
Thomas McLaughlin
Producer
Katie Tavini
Engineer
Michael Keeney
Producer
Lyrics
I've gotta get out of here, I can't escape my past here
I've had the same conversation every lunch for weeks
We feel so good to be anonymously alive
I won't say yes all the time, I have nicknames to try
When they notice I'm gone, I'm already watching romcoms
And drinking those tiny complimentary wines
I might just find myself on that red-eye
At Café Gratitude, rubbing shoulders with Hollywood
I'll be fuelled by superfoods and menthol cigarettes
And in the diner, when she asks if I'm American
I'll double down on my accent, then she'll say she's Irish too
It's quite a common claim, it's not quite the same thing
I'll be so homesick, then I'll need to call my friends
I might just find myself on that red-eye
Or in the city of traffic jams and rich, rich sycophants
Please don't go
Please don't go
Please don't go
Please don't go
Please don't go
It's how you, you look at me
That's how I know (please don't go)
It's how you, you look at me
That's how I know (please don't go)
It's how you, you look at me
That's how I know (please don't go)
It's how you, you look at me
I'm coming home (please don't go)
It's how you, you look at me
That's how I know (please don't go)
It's how you, you look at me
That's how I know (please don't go)
I've gotta get out of here, I can't escape my past here
I have the same conversation every-
Writer(s): Bridie Mae Siobhan Monds Watson, Thomas Gerard Mclaughlin
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