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[Intro] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1] Do you recall those late night drives past midnight Cruisin’ to Buckies, crashing in the truck’s front seat You sat shotgun, holding my hand, “holding it tight” Slide on over next to me, that was my heaven Speakers blaring, my hand on your thigh Never guessed your grin hid a thousand unspoken lies I hadn’t found [Chorus] Sitting shotgun was never close enough Meeting you was more than dumb luck God slid you right into my truck We tatted every free inch of our skin, inked in trust But it was the devil, collecting on my sins My heaven was a hell, but one hell of a ride [Verse 2] Every time I called out the smoke curling round your stories You’d twist the truth till my own vision blurs and worries You could have pointed and ida sent anyone to meet their maker. Jesus Christ, how’d you fuck that up? I knew you never learned to love right, but I was ride or die, you sorry fool I saw the fire we could’ve lit, so I buried your small lies, let ’em rot cool [Chorus] Sitting shotgun was never close enough Meeting you was more than dumb luck Destiny slid you right into my truck We tatted every free inch, inked in trust Ducked a half-naked dad to grab Oreos in the kitchen Playing paper rock scissors, I’d let you win Known you forever, maybe it was a past-life [Verse 3] You filled every breath I breathed, every dream I dared to keep How’d you think you’d slip away with all the mess you’d reap? Those “tiny” lies stacked high till they cracked the ground beneath You must’ve thought I was blind or dumb-now I’m just stunned, sick, and grieving I broke my back to feed your habits, patch your broken seams While you spread your legs for someone else, it seems [Verse 4] You called me controlling when I called out your games You learned to burn every heart you held till it’s just ash and died Telling me sweet nothings but they all were lies. Probably the same things you told all the other guys. [Chorus] Sitting shotgun was never close enough Meeting you was more than dumb luck God slid you right into my truck We tatted every free inch of our skin, inked faded just like trust But it was the devil, collecting on my sins My heaven was a hell, but one hell of a ride [Outro] (Instrumental Solo)