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Kyle Shirk
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Oh, I fell
I took a breath and introduced myself
Was climbing ladders and I don't do well
With no shoes on the ground
I'm thinking it was love I felt
And in the story that I tell myself
We had a mutual and grown-up
Healthy end jump to us now
It wouldn't be a story of regret
But when you said you're fine, that really doesn't mean yes
Called to say you love me, now you're calling me ex
I should've gotten good at reading little white lies, lies, lies
That time
I heard you say forever, it was on the pretense
That I was still the guy to put the beat in your chest
And though I'm not the person that you wanted
I tried, tried, tried
Was my rose a thorn in your side?
I glitter like gold 'til you opened your eyes
Pull me closer, maybe you're right
But I'll deny it
Roller coaster, give me a ride
Grip my soul 'til your knuckles turn white
Oh, I know you'll leave me behind
You're sick of riding
That roller coaster
(That roller coaster)
That roller coaster
I lost some days
And I've been rolling out of bed so late
I ain't been talking too much
I'm grabbing at nothing
Baby, it's all my fault I'm scared of waking up
Your words, I feel 'em filling up my brain
But the gravity is strong
Don't bring me down
Don't bring me down
And I remember when I saw you last
Lighting up the room, I think you got your life back
I've seen you smile bright, but never really like that
'Cause that was when I noticed there's a guy at your side, side, side
And I
I hope he makes you happy, hope you're on the right path
I hope he gives you everything, I hope you might last
And most of all, I hope you're not forgetting
Our ride, ride, ride
Was my rose a thorn in your side?
I glitter like gold 'til you opened your eyes
Pull me closer, maybe you're right
But I'll deny it
Roller coaster, give me a ride
Grip my soul 'til your knuckles turn white
Oh, I know you'll leave me behind
You're sick of riding
That roller coaster
(That roller coaster)
That roller coaster
Was my rose a thorn in your side?
I glitter like gold 'til you opened your eyes
Pull me closer, maybe you're right
But I'll deny it
Roller coaster, give me a ride
Grip my soul 'til your knuckles turn white
Oh, I know you'll leave me behind
You're sick of riding
Written by: Kyle Shirk
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