Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Henry Lunetta
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Patrick Welsh
Songwriter
Michael Armstrong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fuller
Producer
Henry Lunetta
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I'm dying to break your heart
Know I'm lying, it's my favorite part
I'm the best, you're impressed
I'm a mess and you cry
It's a hit, it's a miss
I'm alive, then I die
Stone sober, I guess I made it to noon
I'm getting older, will this catch up to me soon
It's a joke, it's a bit
It's a gas when it hits
If I fall off the edge
I can write about it
Overdosing on just the right line
Force the feeling everything will be fine
If it's the same to me
Since I was seventeen
Counterfeit art by design
Pour one out for twenty-nine
I'm lonely, but I'm the life of the show
The one and only person you don't wanna hold
I'm a star, I'm a whore
I'm exciting but bored
I'm a myth you create
Staring you in the face
It's getting colder in the city tonight
Another poser rides away on his bike
Can't afford a four rim
But a gig's coming in
It's the dream, it's legit
Just need to cover his shift
Overdosing on just the right line
Force the feeling everything will be fine
If it's the same to me
Since I was seventeen
Counterfeit art by design
Pour one out for twenty-nine
Writer(s): John Welsh
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