More songs by Myles Smith
Description
Engineer, Lyricist, Background Vocal, Composer, Producer, Vocal Producer: Peter Fenn
Producer, Background Vocal, Associated Performer, Vocal, Lyricist, Composer: Myles Smith
Lyricist, Background Vocal, Composer: Jesse Fink
Composer, Background Vocal, Lyricist: Sam Romans
Composer, Background Vocal, Lyricist: Steph Jones
Composer, Background Vocal, Lyricist: Griff Clawson
Piano, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Programmer, Synthesizer, Mandolin: Keyhan Kamelian
Fiddle: Lily Honigberg
Mixing Engineer: Michael Freeman
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sisters crying, slamming doors. Plates are flying.
I was born into a fractured family where a word could start a war.
Lost my tongue when I spoke my piece.
Yeah, he grabbed my shirt and bruised my cheeks. Had a man had to go toe-to-toe with a boy thirteen.
Oh.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
I tried changing the clothes I wear.
Even cut my friends off and dyed my hair. But my roots run deep, and the pain in my heart's still there.
And I'm still not able to open up, even to the people that I love. It's a burden, it's a cloud, and it always seems to follow me around.
Oh.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life. This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my life.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
English translation
Sisters crying, slamming doors. Plates are flying.
I was born into a fractured family where a word could start a war.
Lost my tongue when I spoke my piece.
Yeah, he grabbed my shirt and bruised my cheeks. Had a man had to go toe-to-toe with a boy thirteen.
Oh.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
I tried changing the clothes I wear.
Even cut my friends off and dyed my hair. But my roots run deep, and the pain in my heart's still there.
And I'm still not able to open up, even to the people that I love. It's a burden, it's a cloud, and it always seems to follow me around.
Oh.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my mess, my heart, my life. This is my mess, my heart, my life.
This is my life.
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive.
I was raised just to do as I'm told.
And I hate the way that I'm still like this.
I'm still learning to walk on my own.