Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maya Hawke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maya Hawke
Songwriter
Will Graefe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maya Hawke
Producer
Benjamin Lazar Davis
Producer
Jonathan Low
Mixing Engineer
Joe Lambert
Engineer
Lyrics
Writing's too slow, talking's too fast
Lately, real low lies at last
Oh, dear, my dear, get in all your licks
I'll string my words, something will stick
Sticky little words, they heal and they hurt
They never really work, they feed the birds
That's it, I guess, they might make you laugh
They might make you mad, but they won't bring you back
They won't bring you back
Oh, dear, my dear, there's so much to say
If you plug your lil' ears, I'll fade away
Sorry's too slow to stop this crash
And leave me alone was just too fast
Sticky little words, they heal and they hurt
They never really work, they feed the birds
That's it, that's that, they might make you laugh
They might make you mad, but they won't bring you back
They won't bring you back
Writer(s): Maya Hawke, William Graefe
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