More songs by Ella Langley
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Description
Associated Performer: Ella Langley & Morgan Wallen
Lyricist, Vocal, Associated Performer, Composer, Producer: Ella Langley
Producer, Piano, Background Vocal, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Programmer, Synthesizer, Keyboards, Lyricist, Vocal Engineer, Composer: Austin Goodloe
Associated Performer, Vocal: Morgan Wallen
Producer, Hammond Organ, Background Vocal, Editor: Ben West
Electric Guitar: Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar: Ben Flanders
Bass Guitar: Rachel Loy
Drums, Percussion: Aaron Sterling
Mandolin, Acoustic Guitar: Charlie Worsham
Pedal Steel Guitar: Spencer Cullum
Composer, Lyricist: Joybeth Taylor
Project Coordinator: Kelsey Granda
Vocal Engineer, Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Dave Clauss
Assistant Engineer: Phillip Smith
Mastering Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
Lyrics and translation
Original
I found your lighter in my nightstand.
That's why I'm thinking of you, I guess.
What part of over don't I understand?
'Cause damn I miss the taste of your cigarette.
Yeah.
Your memory pulls me right back in.
It's like I forget I can't love you anymore.
Can't keep chasing you 'round, 'round the back of my mind. I can't need you anymore.
Can't keep sharing this bed with your ghost every night.
I hate that your kiss left a burn on my lips.
Oh baby, how do I tell my heart it ain't yours when I said it before?
I can't love you anymore, anymore, anymore.
Just when I think you let me let you go , there's a picture of us covered in dust on the dash. So you lit it up just to see the smoke.
Wrote me plus you with a date on the back. Look at that old.
Your memory pulls me right back in.
It's like I forget I can't love you anymore.
Can't keep chasing you 'round, 'round the back of my mind. I can't need you anymore.
Can't keep sharing this bed with your ghost every night.
I hate that your kiss left a burn on my lips.
Oh baby, how do I tell my heart it ain't yours when I said it before?
I can't love you anymore, anymore, anymore.
I can't love you, no, I can't love you -anymore. -Anymore.
-Anymore. -Anymore.
-Anymore. -Anymore.
Tell me, baby, ooh, what do I do?
What do I do?
Could you tell me, baby, ooh, what do I do?
What do I do? I can't love you anymore.
Can't keep chasing you 'round, 'round the back of my mind. I can't need you anymore.
No, I can't need you, can't need you.
Can't keep sharing this bed with your ghost every night.
I hate that your kiss left a burn on my lips.
Oh baby, how do I tell my heart it ain't yours when I said it before?
No, I can't love you anymore, anymore.
-No, I can't love you. -No, I can't love you anymore.
Anymore.
No, I can't love you.
No, I can't love you anymore.
What do I do? What do I do?
-No, I can't love you anymore. -What do I do?