Directed by George Watsky & Jess Dunlap Choreographer & dancer- Kelsey Landers Director of photography- Jess Dunlap Producer- George Watsky for Steel Wool Entertainment http://www.steelwoolentertainment.com/ Assistant Director- Jason Heinrich Production Designer- Lina Gasperaviciute 1st AC- Herbie Wei 2nd AC- Jackie Bryan Gaffer- Albert Gonzalez Motion Control Operators- Paul Maples & Adam Francis (Pacific Motion Control) Edited by Colin Hargraves VFX by Aaron Hayden
Song written by George Watsky & Julian Le Produced by Kush Mody String arrangement by Kush Mody Additional vocals by Andrew Oedel Violins- Philip Marten, Rachel Ostler, Nicole Sauder Violas- Laura Jesson, Tim Richardson Cellos- Max Mueller (orchestra manager), Daniel Lim Bass- Freddy Hernandez
Verse 1 one day you opened up your eyes inside of you inside a world inside a universe you didn’t get to choose you didn’t get to pick the rules or pick the past or set the pace or cast the cast and crew you didn’t get to pick your starting place and though it was a race you didn’t understand you simply lined up on the blocks and when the pistol popped you ran and when you tripped and dropped you picked yourself up off the ground and picked your scabs you knew you had to pick a plan to end what you began As you got older there were days of cold surrender Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor but as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view by an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew Yet there were moments there were these pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that’s okay
Chorus Have you felt a little off today Had a lot to say But wound up talking to yourself? Have you hunted for a kindly ear But couldn’t find one near And wound up talking to yourself?
Verse 2 had a little spot— where you been going through a lot wanna shove it to the bottom— but a trouble gonna bubble to the top then the bubble gonna pop—and the hustle never ever gonna stop cause you get up in the morning get ahead then get to bed and then you do it all again until the moment that you drop you need a plot — what you wanna witness with this life you got you kicked and fought trynna get up in your skin and pick this lock that ticking clock lets you know that bitch you got these situations witchu issues someone fit to quick should sit you should down to talk ever wonder who’s the crazy the one— people walking to work as if nothing is off but if a person really got it they would be cracking a bottle on somebody’s head and looting from shops are there times you’re alone now when nobody’s home but you walk around muttering under your breath second guessin shit saying goddammit goddammit goddammit just whispering soft do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through when you tie your stomach into knots that you don’t know how to undo but do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see there’s no one way this has to be? or maybe that’s just me