More songs by Noah Kahan
Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Producer, Background Vocalist: Noah Kahan
Background Vocalist, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Gabe Simon
Production Coordinator: Carrie K
Recording Engineer: Phillip Smith
Recording Second Engineer: Alberto Sewald
Recording Second Engineer: Maddie Harmon
Other: Dannon Johnson
Mixing Engineer: Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Second Engineer: Tyler Spratt
Mixing Second Engineer: Max Challis
Lyrics and translation
Original
I can't recall the last time that we talked about anything but looking out for cops.
We got cigarette burns on the same side of our hands.
We ain't friends, we're just morons who broke skin in the same spot.
But I've never seen you take a turn that wide, and I'm high enough to still care if I die.
So I tried to read the thought that you'd worked overtime to stop, and said, "Fuck off," and I said nothing for a while.
You know I think about you all the time, and my deep misunderstanding of your life, and how bad it must have been for you back then, and how hard it was to keep it all inside.
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich.
I hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit, like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin, and not your soul and what he might do with it.
You wished yourself across the great divide.
We drove aimlessly along the state line.
I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play, while you swore to God there's singer in your mind.
The world is scared of fascinating things.
Yeah, they always shoot the birds who cannot sing.
So I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair it was to stare ahead like everything was fine.
You know I think about you all the time, and my deep misunderstanding of your life, and how bad it must have been for you back then, and how hard it was to keep it all inside.
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich.
I hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit, like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin, and not your soul and what he might do with it.
Oh, no!
There's some place, did you wish that I could know you fade to some place
I wasn't brave enough to go?
I hope you settle down, I hope you marry rich.
I hope you're scared of all the ordinary shit, like murderers and ghosts and cancer on your skin, and not your soul and what he might do with it.
Oh, no!
I hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass.
I hope you're with someone who isn't scared to ask.
I hope that you're not losing sleep about what's next, or about your soul and what he might do with it.