Kick Me Down
Stand and aim, I'm a slave to the whiskey now
Board the plane, well, I'm sailing right through the clouds
One mistake, and I feel it come crashing down
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Light me up like a firework thrown in a flame
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Burning out, I don't feel a single thing
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I won't pick myself up just to see you kick me down
Falling down, I'm flying high 'til I hit the ground
Hopeless sound, like a siren deep underground
Chopped on down, a fallen oak in a ghost town
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Light me up like a firework thrown in a flame
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Burning out, I don't feel a single thing
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I won't pick myself up just to see you kick me down
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Light me up (light me up) like a firework thrown in a flame (like a firework)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Burning out, I don't feel a single thing
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I won't pick myself up just to see you kick me down
Board the plane, well, I'm sailing right through the clouds
One mistake, and I feel it come crashing down
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Light me up like a firework thrown in a flame
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Burning out, I don't feel a single thing
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I won't pick myself up just to see you kick me down
Falling down, I'm flying high 'til I hit the ground
Hopeless sound, like a siren deep underground
Chopped on down, a fallen oak in a ghost town
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Light me up like a firework thrown in a flame
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Burning out, I don't feel a single thing
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I won't pick myself up just to see you kick me down
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Light me up (light me up) like a firework thrown in a flame (like a firework)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Burning out, I don't feel a single thing
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I won't pick myself up just to see you kick me down
Credits
Writer(s): Kris Barras
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