Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drew Ryn
Performer
Pavel Dovgalyuk
Performer
Fred Wilhelm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drew Ryn
Songwriter
Pavel Dovgalyuk
Songwriter
Fred Wilhelm
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pavel Dovgalyuk
Producer
Lyrics
I know your birthday and your favorite color
I know the first name of your mother
I know the song that you play when you're driving alone
I've seen you break down, losing your shit
Kissed you the way that you wanna be kissed
And I know the bed where you sleep and the meds you're on
But I don't talk to you now
I don't drive down your street
I don't know who you're with
But I know it's not me
Isn't it strange to be strangers?
Isn't is strange to be strangers?
After you opened your heart to me
Know every part of me
Showed all your scars to me now that you're apart from me
Isn't it strange to be strangers?
I saw you last week out pumping gas
Stayed in my car until you drove past
You pretended you didn't see me but I know that you did
There was a time I was shotgun in yours
Making out, people honking their horns
You made me feel like I was your reason to live
But I don't talk to you now
I don't drive down your street
I don't know who you're with
But I know it's not me
Isn't it strange to be strangers?
Isn't it strange to be strangers?
After you opened your heart to me
Know every part of me
Showed all your scars to me
Now that you're apart from me
Isn't is strange to be strangers?
But I don't talk to you now
I don't drive down your street
I don't know who you're with
But I know it's not me
Writer(s): Fred Wilhelm, Pavel Dovgalyuk, Drew Ryn
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