Nhạc sĩ: Maren Morris, Tina Parol, Natalie Hemby
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I don't show up early, I don't leave things up to fateNever been that good at admitting my mistakesI could win a battle without a second lookBut when it comes to you breaking my heartI could ride the boatI don't get things off the grapevineSmall talk ain't for meI don't worry about the weatherCause I can take the heatAt times my disposition can be misunderstoodBut when it comes to you breaking my heartI could ride the boatOh, I know how the story goes outI've told it about a hundred timesNow you're my darkest desperationWorst kind of creationEven though I know the story's undoneAnd good, I could ride the boatStarted with the Judas kids that pushed me to the brinkGuess we've always been stars of our little tragedyAddicted to commotion, wouldn't change it if I couldBut when it comes to you breaking my heartNever been that good at admitting my mistakesI could ride the boatI don't worry about the heatI could ride the boatBut I won't give it all awayEverybody knows a good heartbreakOh, I know how this story goes downI've told it about a hundred timesNow you're my darkest desperationWorst kind of creationEven though I know the stories don't end goodHell, I could write the bookOh, I, oh, II could write the bookI could write the book