Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caylee Hammack
Vocals
Mikey Reaves
Keyboards
Rich Brinsfield
Bass
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Gordie Sampson
Acoustic Guitar
Rob McNelley
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caylee Hammack
Songwriter
Gordie Sampson
Songwriter
Hillary Lindsey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caylee Hammack
Producer
Mikey Reaves
Producer
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Buckley Miller
Recording Engineer
Andy Selby
Editing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Sean R. Badum
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Today I turned twenty-three
Finally catchin' up with my old fake ID
I just found it in the kitchen drawer
Full of sentimental things that I don't need anymore
But still I'm searchin' through coupons and keys
Dead flowers and figurines
And old letters from you
Damnin' the memories I riffle through
When I'm looking for a lighter
How can you flick me right back?
Spark up a memory and just like that
I'm burning for you so bad, bad, bad
Your love is a drag, it's a drag, it's a drag
It's just a cheap drink buzz patio
Needing someone to light my smoke
In a sea of black leather jackets
I find you like metal on a magnet
Old flame, you light me up
Small talk leading into dangerous stuff
And I end up playing with fire
When I'm looking for a lighter
How can you flick me right back?
Spark up a memory and just like that
I'm burning for you so bad, bad, bad
Your love is a drag, it's a drag, it's a drag
Just when I think I'm over it
I pick you up just like a bad habit
The kind of high that don't last
Your love is a drag, it's a drag, it's a drag
It's a drag
It looks like I'm looking for you
But I'm not looking for you
Damn, the memories I riffle through
When I'm looking for a lighter
When I'm looking for a lighter
Looks like I should get goin'
Looks like I should quit smokin'
Writer(s): Gordie Sampson, Caylee Anna Hammack, Hillary Lindsey
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