Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Atta Boy
Performer
Eden Brolin
Performer
Clair Reish
Performer
Lewis Pullman
Performer
Dashel Thompson
Performer
Jason Hiller
Performer
Freddy Reish
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eden Brolin
Songwriter
Clair Reish
Songwriter
Lewis Pullman
Songwriter
Dashel Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Atta Boy
Producer
Jason Hiller
Recording Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Well he ain't got no time for me
But he likes my company
And ain't that enough
Girl, write him a country song
'Cause I won't be 'round for long
To sing him back up
They all know your heart is crowded
With salt and Big Sur Sand
But I know she never doubted
When you let go of her hand
But my friends say I'm devoted
My friends say I'm devoted
Well I've been playing this waiting game
Sweeter than aspartame
And ain't that enough
Girl, no need to hurt yourself
He's not worth your mental health
And he'll never show up
They all know your mindless verses
And slick Irish goodbyes
But I know how soft your voice is
When you look into my eyes
But you'd take that right away from me
And keep on that disguise
And she'll bring the fever back
To someone she can idolize
But you know I'm just eroding
I'll leave those thoughts unnoticed
And you know my friends say I'm devoted
My friends say I'm devoted
Well I've been lookin' at you twice
I know it ain't right
Here's to lookin' at you twice
I know it ain't right
Well I've been lookin' at you twice
I know it ain't right
Here's to lookin' at you twice
I know that ain't right
My friends say I'm devoted
My friends say I'm devoted
Writer(s): Clair Frederick Reish, Dashel Thompson, Lewis Pullman, Eden Brolin
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