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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bea Miller
Leadgesang
Dylan Bauld
Programmierung
Lostboycrow
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bea Miller
Songwriter:in
Dylan Bauld
Songwriter:in
Christopher Blair
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dylan Bauld
Produzent:in
William Binderup
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Erik Madrid
Mischtechniker:in
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
I'm so bored
I think I'll burn all my clothes
Standing in the bathroom, singing alone
I don't even like this song
Rolling up, getting comfortable
I've been drinking kitchen table coffee alone
Can never get high enough
Paint dries
Like my tired eyes
Rain cries
I don't wanna go outside
Can't think of other ways I wanna waste my time
All I do is fuck around with words that rhyme
I wish I didn't wonder why, I wonder why, why I
It doesn't even matter all the things I say
When nobody is listening to me anyway
I don't even like my friends tonight
I must be out of my mind
I don't wanna go outside
I walk my dog, but never too far from home
'Cause I need to make it back to watch That '70s Show
I lay around on the floor
I hate my phone
'Cause it reminds me that I'm alone
I got people calling me
But I let them know that I'm unavailable
Paint dries
Like my tired eyes
Rain cries
I don't wanna go outside
Can't think of other ways I wanna waste my time
All I do is fuck around with words that rhyme
I wish I didn't wonder why, I wonder why, why I
It doesn't even matter all the things I say
When nobody is listening to me anyway
I don't even like my friends tonight
I must be out of my mind
I might be standing
Still as I can be
But my mind keeps running and running in circles around me
I might be waiting an eternity
While my mind keeps running and running in circles around me
Can't think of other ways I wanna waste my time
All I do is fuck around with words that rhyme
I wish I didn't wonder why, I wonder why, why I
It doesn't even matter all the things I say
When nobody is listening to me anyway
I don't even like my friends tonight
I must be out of my mind
I might be standing
Still as I can be
But my mind keeps running and running in circles around me
Written by: Bea Miller, Christopher Blair, Dylan Bauld