Uploaded September 2017 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Director, editor: George Watsky
Producer: Brad Simpson
Director of Photography: Jess Dunlap
Production Designer: Lina Gasperaviciute
Starring: Gabriella Milla & John Lyke
Production Company: Steel Wool Entertainment

Music produced by George Watsky & Kush Mody

Stained glass creative illustration: Vondell Swain
Shield glass artist: Cyrus Meyers
Production Assistants: Justin Lack & Jake Charpentier
1st AC: Steve Doyle
2nd AC: Alicia Denegar
Jib Operator: Zac Applegate
Gaffer: Albert Gonzalez
Key Grip: Joel Bezemer
Swing: Mike Galdamez
Art Assist: Jessica Miller
Makeup: Sonia Cabrera
Stunt Coordinator: Courtney Schwartz
Pyro technician: Neil Smith
Medic: Axel Montoya
Visual Effects: Aaron Hayden

Special thanks to Wells Cathedral & The Priory Church of St. Bartholomew the Great

String arrangement by Kush Mody
Acoustic & electric guitar- Andrew Oedel
Synth- Julian Le
Outro vocals by Dave Skelly
Mixed by Andrew Oedel
Mastered by Howie Weisenberg & Gentry Studer

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Chorus
I’m pleading guilty with the Crown today
That’s all I’ve got to say
I will not lie to you
I had to try my luck across the sea
Now we’re history
I’m saying goodbye to you

Verse 1
Yes. I’ve been a mess
With the pressure the stress—see ya never I guess
nevertheless, finding you I was blessed
Swear I’m trying my best, lion inside of my chest
Trying to claw his way out—
Crack my ribs, pop my lungs
I don’t know if there’s a safe route
now—we can cut this frayed
rope or hope and wait us to fade
babe— after how great the ups were
we can’t be living with love when it's lost its luster
frosted over, busted, exhausted, ruptured
another couple who settled for less
We want something real—a relationship
Wanna feel—and quit chasing shit
gimme a shield—or she’ll break me quick
And we will never be the same again

Chorus

Verse 2
All we’re seekin’s a person that we can cherish
I don’t think you really want a green card marriage
Nothing is fair but you’re caring and can’t bear it
A lot of people perished tonight in Paris
The planet is a mean motherfucker
You wanna scream, but we gotta lean on each other
We suffer and pick ourselves up off of the floor
Your dad at stage four, what could I say to support?
Can we just quit each other the way you did cigarettes
up and split—cold turkey, no regrets?
I’d even miss tasting the nicotine on your breath when we kiss
I’m not ready to say good bye to you yet
like "sayonara"—I don’t know if I can try tomorrow
am I supposed to say a hallelujah, smile I knew ya
And go on my way?

Outro
Oh, yes Brittania
I surrender. Book me and toss the key
Oh, yes Brittania
I’ll remember your generosity
Oh, yes Brittania
Poison testers, princes and hooligans
Oh, yes Brittania
Loves a jester, and what a fool I’ve been