Writer(s): Michael Carter, Cole Swindell

She had a cross around her neck

And a flower in her hand

That I picked from the side of thomas drive

On our way to the sand

We found an old wooden chair

Still warm from the sun

Pushed it back gave me a kiss

With bacardi on her lips

And I was done

And we spent that week wide open

Upside down beside the ocean

I didn't know where it was going

Just trying to keep my heart on the tracks

I should've known that kind of feeling

Would last longer than that week did

Blown away and barely breathing

Sunday came and it was over

Now she's got me twisted like an old beach roller coaster

The rest of those days

Turned into long crazy nights

When the music got loud

We'd sneak away from the crowd

Under the boardwalk lights

And with all the things we've said

What I just can't get past

Is the way we let it end

Now I'm wondering where she is

Knowing I can't get that goodbye

And we spent that week wide open

Upside down beside the ocean

I didn't know where it was going

Just trying to keep my heart on the tracks

I should've known that kind of feeling

Would last longer than that week did

Blown away and barely breathing

Sunday came and it was over

Now she's got me twisted

Like an old beach roller coaster

She's like a song playing over and over

In my mind where I still hold her

I had the chance and I should've told her

And we spent that week wide open

Upside down beside the ocean

I didn't know where it was going

Just trying to keep my heart on the tracks

I should've known that kind of feeling

Would last longer than that week did

Blown away and barely breathing

Sunday came and it was over

Now she's got me twisted

Yeah I'm still twisted

Like an old beach roller coaster

Like that old beach roller coaster