More songs by Noah Kahan
Description
Composer Lyricist, Background Vocalist, Producer, Vocalist: Noah Kahan
Producer: Gabe Simon
Production Coordinator: Carrie K
Engineer: Sam Westhoff
Recording Second Engineer: Matt Hall
Additional Engineer: Alberto Sewald
Additional Engineer: Maddie Harmon
Other: Dannon Johnson
Mixing Engineer: Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Second Engineer: Tyler Spratt
Mixing Second Engineer: Max Challis
Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen
Lyrics and translation
Original
Half as drunk as I thought I'd be by now, that's good.
I can still see the people around me change shape.
Speak their minds and pretend they were misunderstood.
Or preaching 'bout sin over lines of cocaine.
Even when you're not here it becomes about you.
They all want me to tell 'em your story.
You broke in and stole china from my living room.
Kinda makes all the other parts boring.
You stand over half a foot taller than me.
Your marks on the wall of the weight room.
Naive to believe you would come back and see.
If I could finally take you.
Oh well, I'd beat your ass 'til the morning.
You know I've been running all this time.
Sprinting my way past your bedroom, lifting the weight of you off my mind.
'Cause if I'd ever see you again, you can be anything I want.
Twenty-three, clean, the engine heat, teaching me how the thing runs.
Stay gone.
Won't you stay gone?
Stay gone.
Stay gone.
Tattooed your initials into my right arm.
So I'd see your name when I lift up a drink.
There ain't nothing else here worth catching up on.
So I hope that it's warm wherever you sleep.
And I've got a feeling that won't go away.
Doctors are calling it just moving on.
I still ball up my fists when they mention your name.
No one gets to talk shit but the ones you shit on.
Well, I'd beat your ass in the morning. You know I've been running all this time.
Sprinting my way past your bedroom, lifting the weight of you off my mind.
'Cause if I'd ever see you again, you can be anything I want.
Twenty-three, clean, the engine heat, teaching me how the thing runs.
Stay gone.
Stay gone.
Won't you stay gone?
Stay gone.
Yeah well, I'd beat your ass into morning. Know I've been running all this time.
Sprinting my way past your bedroom, lifting the weight of you off my mind.
'Cause if I'd ever see you again, you can be anything I want.
Twenty-three, clean, the engine heat, teaching me how the thing runs.
Twenty-three, clean, the engine heat, it cannot be the way that it was.
Stay gone.
Stay gone.
Won't you stay gone?
Stay gone.