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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crawlers
Crawlers
Performer
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Programming
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Electric Guitar
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Vocals
Liv May
Liv May
Bass
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Composer
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Composer
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Composer
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Composer
Olivia Kettle
Olivia Kettle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Producer
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Co-Producer
Tom Roach
Tom Roach
Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

How much would you do to feel wanted? Holding onto something, then say it's lighthearted While you're laying in a house that's rented And you know they are paying a mortgage I painted the walls, though I know they might fine me Running on water because I am thirsty Paying it all back then blame the economy 'Cause I can't admit to be loved costs me money I'm the other apartment Loved then discarded A moment of excitement A relapse when you're heightened I'd do anything for this though A rented house isn't a home I end up alone I end up alone I end up alone I end up alone A rented apartment alone in the city Numerous guests in beds after parties Though I know that you dream of a townhouse Maybe Toronto, LA, or Chicago? I know my head is self-aware of its problems But the child in me can't stop them Maybe it's something I got from my mother 'Cause I pay rent like a permanent lover I'm the other apartment Loved then discarded A moment of excitement A relapse when you're heightened I'd do anything for this though A rented house isn't a home I end up alone I end up alone I end up alone I end up alone I end up alone Ooh I'll kiss you a little harder So we can stay out 'til it's darker And I beg you're thinking of me While you're pulling on her jeans And I'll do anything for you to see me For you to wake up and want me Sell five years for the perfect body Let you make me feel dirty But I'm rented for a moment It's a lease I won't end up owning I've built this house I'm now alone in Maybe I'm better off alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own) I end up alone (better on my own)
Writer(s): Peter Robertson, Amy Woodall, Holly Minto, Harry Breen, Olivia Kettle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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