Skipping Tracks

Every minute we share is a blessing.
I'm trying so hard, but this is new.
I think we should commit to this.
I'm already in love with you.

And the Ferris wheel goes round again.
And I brace myself for this old game.
Quick reminder to this self of who I am.
Shake it off to live more of the same.

I wasn't speaking inappropriately to others.
By the way baby girl, I have a few suggestions,
Sprinkled throughout with a gentle critique or two,
But I added those sugary sweet lies by the ton.

And the Ferris wheel goes round again.
And I brace myself for this old game.
Quick reminder to this self of who I am.
Shake it off to live more of the same.

What are you thinking about?
Where exactly do you see this going?
We should lay roots down in this Paradise,
Get this solid tree of life to growing.

And the Ferris wheel goes round again.
And I brace myself for this old game.
Quick reminder to this self of who I am.
Shake it off to live more of the same.

Yet the seasons, they will always change,
Passing swiftly just when I start to believe,
And the echo of false promises is all that's left
When they all take their fill and leave.