Lyrics: James Butler/Ally Sianga Macdonald
Music: James Butler/Ally Sianga Macdonald
Producer: james ivy
Oh, baby
I'm bent out of shape
And I don't recognize myself
When I'm standing inside you
And I mirror all your moves
Oh, baby
I'm out of sorts again
And you're talking me off that ledge
When you take me like you should
And you hold me how you would
And you hold me how you would
Back then
When you said you'd make it light
When it gets too hard to try
When you take me like you should
And you hold me how you would
Oh, baby
I won't pass the blame on you
'cause I just feel the same
And I won't take your name
Oh, baby
Does it feel the same as it once was?
When you told me you were mine
When we're running out of time
It was always obvious
It's imperative to this thing of ours
That after all I've done
I always find myself back in your arms
There's something in my iron that's been pulling me down
Weighing like it's two ton concrete
Blocks attached to the bottom of my ankles and
Everything is catching up to me
It follows through these withered streets
But I failed to say that I felt so suffocated that I could barely breathe
While you fall asleep with my hoodie over your eyes
I wake up terrified that I'll turn over and I won't see your chest rise and fall
When you hold me like you would
And you take me like you should
Programming: james ivy
Guitar: Ally Sianga Macdonald
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Recording Engineer: james ivy
Mixing Engineer: Jake Aron