“Parachute Kid” Credits

Vocals and lyrics by Dylan Owen

Written by Dylan Owen, naebird

Produced by naebird, Ace Enders, Nik Bruzzese

Acoustic guitar by Dylan Owen

Background vocals by Nicole Rich

Trumpet and piano by naebird

Mixed by naebird

Mastered by naebird, Wes Henry

Recorded at The Lumberyard in Hammonton NJ

 

Here you go again

Another parachute kid


Watching airplanes pass

On the miracle bridge


Getting lost in the winds

Being 25 years old

I've still got money

And a get rich scheme


But I'm slowly learning

What it's costing me


Like the grief that we kept

In the pockets

Of the clothes we sold

I can't believe

How long I've survived



When I've got these body bags

Under my eyes


That carry all the dead weight

That I haven't let go


I had it all figured out back then

At the staircase


Second floor mom's house

In a shared space


How could I ever leave my camp days

Still untold

The fake ghost stories

And the real ones too


The bonfire ashes

In your childhood room


We were teenage tragedies

Bound to go up in smoke

So I drove my friends

From the countryside


To the emergency room

Pissed drunk that night


I bet there's still a little

Silver lining left in your bone

So there's a part of us

That I know will change


But I'll still remember you

In those tones of grey


Like the yearbook photos

That we always say

Stole our souls

Here you go again

Another parachute kid


Watching airplanes pass

On the miracle bridge


Getting lost in the winds

Being 25 years old

I've still got money

And a get rich scheme


But I'm slowly learning

What it's costing me


Like the grief that we kept

In the pockets

Of the clothes we sold

I can't believe

How long I've survived



When I've got these body bags

Under my eyes


That carry all the dead weight

That I haven't let go

The people that the books

Make no mention of


Are the heroes that we met

At the breakfast club


Before we all got

Our undergraduate degrees

In being alone

We put stars in our eyes

Then we took them back out


In Ithaca New York

What I shouldn't have found


On a dorm room bed

Where my legs swung down

To the floor

The spiritual autumns

In the New Jersey rain


From my first apartment

Saw my first hurricane


With no lights on

And no running trains

To take us home

We shot a teen movie

In your car that summer


I think I fell asleep

I was half-undercover


Still dreaming of a future

Where we wouldn't

See each other get old

Here you go again

Another parachute kid


Watching airplanes pass

On the miracle bridge


Getting lost in the winds

Being 25 years old

I've still got money

And a get rich scheme


But I'm slowly learning

What it's costing me


Like the grief that we kept

In the pockets

Of the clothes we sold

I can't believe

How long I've survived



When I've got these body bags

Under my eyes


That carry all the dead weight

That I haven't let go

Here you go again

Another parachute kid


Thinking this'll be the one

This time has gotta be it


But I might have to hit the ground

Before I know