Debuted on my weekly personal indie charts in May 14, 2023 edition :)

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CREDITS
Producer: Philip Weinrobe, Sarah Beth Tomberlin
Mixer: Philip Weinrobe
Recording Engineer: Philip Weinrobe
Mastering Engineer: Josh Bonati @ Bonati Mastering


PERFORMERS
Sarah Beth Tomberlin: vocals, electric guitar
Cass McCombs: electric guitar
Felix Walworth: drums
Philip Weinrobe: electric bass


LYRICS
what’s the point of this 
if i know how it ends 
you said i got the spark
well baby are you
the flint?
and don’t you dare me to
cause you know that i will
and don’t you say those words 
that ain’t part of our deal

walk five miles from my door
just to give you some more
do you just talk to me 
when you’re lonely and bored
and don’t you act like that 
when you know what i feel
and don’t you tell me to stay
cause you know that i will

but you get so close 
i almost don’t 
bite my lip
happy accident 
and i wanna die
when you say don’t cry
i won’t quit
happy accident 

always measure my time
by the way you spend mine
i wanna burn it all down
could i borrow a light?
and don’t you dare me to
i could leave in the night 
and don’t you dare me to
cause you know i could fly

but you get so close 
i almost don’t 
bite my lip 
happy accident 
and i wanna die
when you say don’t cry
i won’t quit 
i’m no accident 

what’s the point of this
i don’t know how it ends 

#SCFIRST

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