Joseph Marrett - Bass, Synth Bass
Ryan Connelly - Drums
Nicholas Ward - Organ, Piano
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitar, Feedback, Lead Vocals, Synths

With:
Oluwatosin F Choir - Vocals

Hi, it's been such a long, long time
Is there something that you left behind?
It might be in storage

You say, "We can't get back the days
And there is no one to blame."
But I took that as a challenge

Cause you know, wouldn't it be fitting
If the guilty came admitting
All they had done?
And hun, I know that you were kidding
Yet there is some rest for the wicked
Somewhere out there.

Let's not, but say we did, for old times
The poems that roll into peace signs
Think I'm gonna be sick

Oh right, here comes that old dynamic
The white wine, the car ride, the Xanax
And the half-remembered nights
Cause you know, wouldn't it be fitting
If the guilty came admitting
All they had done?
And hun, I know that you were kidding
Yet there is some rest for the wicked
Somewhere out there.

Well, this has certainly been unexpected
A surprise, I wish that you had texted
But I'm not wasting a wish
Cause you know, wouldn't it be fitting
If the guilty came admitting
All they had done?
And hun, I know that you were kidding
But there is some rest for the wicked
Somewhere out there