Tyler Bryant & The Shakedown - The Wayside Lyrics

Swing, swing
Swing by a thread
Why do the things that I love
Always leave me for dead?
Every time I get knocked down
Face to the floor
From rolling my dice
Playing tug of war

Don't let me fall
(Don't let me, don't let me)
No, don't let me fall by the wayside

Creep, creep
Through the dead of the night
The hardest of times
Bring the strangest delight
You got to burn, baby
Burn when the grass is dry
If I go down in flames call it
The fourth of July

But don't let me fall
(Don't let me, but don't let me)
Don't let me fall by the wayside

Ring, ring
It rings in my head
That one little voice
I'd pay to forget
Oh yeah, it moves like venom
Running cold in my veins
I rather sleep by myself
And die from the pain

Don't let me fall
(Don't let me, no, don't let me)
No, don't let me fall by the wayside