Written & Performed by Nightwell

Produced/Mixed By Kyle Marchant
Co-Produced By Paul-Marc Rousseau
Co-Mixed By Sam Guaiana
Mastered By Adam Cichocki
Drum Technician Jordan Gauthier

LYRICS

There's a typo
So the blood work won’t go through
His heart is beating faster than two virgins sitting in a bedroom, clear.

It's just bad luck
I never even knew what to say to you
Always tried to protect me I’m guessing
So I won’t tell you,

That I can’t sleep
A depressed beat
For an old weak man.
I can’t keep this up

This is just my way to show tough love
Cause I can’t even tell what he thinks of me.

Can you see
All the questions are killing me.

Cause your other always makes me question

You
You never wanted to leave
I never said it I know
You never wanted to breath

Well you know what
Been smoking cigarettes since you said to.

It may not have ever been direct
but see I respected you.

I was young I didn’t know much
But who do I have to look up to…

But now I can’t think of a worse thing other than fear
that you ever made me do.

Had a pretty bad mouth no doubt it's loud
It gets worse
Cause I’m cursed

Can you see
All the questions are...

You
You never wanted to leave
I never said it I know
You never wanted to breath

Still you persist in my dreams
I can't shake
Still awake
But it seems I'm asleep.

Ball In A Box

Nightwell