Written by Holly Tzeigon Whitaker
Vox/Rhythm Guitar: Holly Tzeigon Whitaker
Guitar overdubs: John Courage
Lead guitar: Emmett Mosko
Bass: Jon LaFranchi
Drums: Nick Craft
Synth, backup vocals: Maryam Qudus
Tracked at White Whale Studios in Santa Rosa, CA by Stuart Markham
Additional overdubs recorded with Maryam Qudus at New, Improved Studios in Oakland, CA
Production support by John Courage and Maryam Qudus
Mixed by Maryam Qudus
Mastered by Ed Brooks of Resonant Mastering
Lyrics
Saw your face in the liquor store reflective case
But I didn't recognize you then as foe or friend
Rang me up for a 20-pack of 7-up
Thought the carbonation do me well
Convenient hell
All I want is to wake up and know myself
Through the blur of the smoke and mascara
No paint could make me anyone else
Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell
I'll stand on the edge here forever
One block from a convenient hell
Trapped inside broken mirror of a trapdoor mind
Haven't heard from me in days turned weeks
A dismal scene
But I can testify
I've told a couple lies
But I've been trying to clean up
Yea I've been wanting to clean up
Just let me testify
I've told a couple lies
But I've been wanting to clean up
But sometimes wanting ain't
Enough
Enough
All I want is to wake up and know myself
Through the blur of the smoke and mascara
No paint could make me anyone else
Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell
I'll stand on the edge here forever
One block from a convenient hell