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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amelia Moore
Vocals
Pink Slip
Programming
inverness
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amelia Moore
Composer
Charles Roberts Nelsen
Composer
Kyle Buckley
Composer
Gabriella Laura Caspi
Composer
Max Levin
Composer
Kyle Scherrer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pink Slip
Producer
inverness
Producer
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Hector Vega
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I'd like to, think it's time to
Spit the soap out of my mouth and
Turn the pistol back around
All these lies you made me like you
Take a dose without a name
Hoping it'll hide your face
Older now, smarter now, but it ain't copacetic
Bombs that bleed inside of me
No one sees my Armageddon
Heavy crown, weigh me down
But I can't afford a medic
I've tried everything but
Vinegar, pour it in my body
Where it hurts, like a pity party
You couldn't tell, I go through hell
I go through hell again
Just to get it out
I let it digest, holding my breath
I got nothing left to prove
What was static now can move
I can't go back, and you should know that
Even when you reassured
I never ever felt secure
Oh older now, smarter now, why do I still feel pathetic?
Bombs that bleed inside of me
No one sees my Armageddon
Heavy crown, weigh me down
But I can't afford a medic
I've tried everything but
Vinegar, pour it in my body
Where it hurts, like a pity party
You couldn't tell, I go through hell
I go through hell again
Just to get it out
Vinegar, pour it on my body
Where it hurts, like a pity party
You couldn't tell, I go through hell
I go through hell again
Just to get it out
Writer(s): Max Levin, Kyle Prescott Buckley, Kyle Scherrer, Charles Roberts Nelsen, Amelia Grace Moore, Gabriella Laura Caspi
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