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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phoebe Bridgers
Vocals
Haley Dahl
Piano
Jonathan Rado
Guitar
Khalil Long
Trumpet
Lily Rothman
Flute
Fern Perera
Violin
Lily Desmond
Violin
Isabella Bustanoby
Viola
Sean Brennan
Cello
Abby Lim-Kimberg
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Haley Dahl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Rado
Producer
Noah Georgeson
Mixing Engineer
Austin Asvanonda
Engineer
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I saw the TV glow, I, I am in the eighth grade
Sending grown men grainy photos of my rib cage
My bedroom has no doors, so I can never close 'em
I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice when my eyes are open
I paint the ceiling black so I don't notice when my eyes are open
And somewhere south of Tallahassee
A teenage boy with a summer job
He's driving grown men around a golf course
He's going home to a manicured lawn
And digging holes in his manicured lawn
I think I was born bored
I think I was born blue
I think I was born wanting more
I think I was born already missing you
Ooh
But my heart is like a claw machine
Its only function is to reach
It can't hold on to anything
No, I can't hold on to anything
When my best friend started driving, we never went to class
The worst part of the car crash was talking to her dad
I said I wasn't scared
But I was thinking it
You know it's a mistake
When it's me who is making it
It's always the wrong thing when it's me who's saying it
Writer(s): Haley Dahl
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