Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lippy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Lipkins
Songwriter
Louis Johnson
Songwriter
Jason Saenz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Lipkins
Producer
Louis Johnson
Producer
Lyrics
Oh my god
You're movin' but you can't move on
Ticking like a trauma bomb
Oh no, how am I the one holding on?
1,2,3
Times you ran away from me
My love ain't no psychiatry
I wish the past would set you
Free
Daddy problems
Southern shame
Shoulda known it'd be an uphill battle
I couldn't win
All your exes
Played their games
Got you thinking that your heart is only just to break
Oh my god
You're movin' but you can't move on
Ticking like a trauma bomb
Oh no, how am I the one holding on?
1,2,3
Times you ran away from me
My love ain't no psychiatry
I wish the past would set you
Free
I heard you
I'm concerned too
I know it's not your fault
So I stuck around
'Til we overcooked
So you'd think of me as a man that gave
Not one that took
Am I just a coward?
Was grace a crook
Of another ending of my chapter in your book?
Oh my god
You're movin but you can't move on
Ticking like a trauma bomb
Oh no, how am I the one holding on?
1,2,3
Times you ran away from me
My love ain't no psychiatry
I wish the past would set you
Free
So much fun
Learning what your ex's done
Well now we got a trauma bond
Oh no, how am I the one holding on?
Writer(s): Louis Johnson, Jason Saenz, Matt Lipkins
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