End of the World (Morgan Page Pop Mix Extended)

I don't want to ride this roller coaster

I think I want to get off

But they buckled me down

Like it's the end of the world

If you don't want to have this conversation

Then you better get out

'Cause we're climbing to our death

At least that's what they want you to think

Just in case we jump the track

I have a confession to make

It's something like a cork screw

I don't wanna fall, I don't wanna fly

I don't wanna be dangled over

The edge of a dying romance

But I don't wanna stop

I don't wanna lie

I don't wanna believe it's over

I just wanna stay with you tonight

I didn't mean to scream out quite so loudly

When we screeched to a halt

I'm just never prepared

For the end of the ride

Maybe we should get on something simpler

Like a giant balloon

But I've got two tickets left, and so do you

Instead of giving them away to some stranger

Let's make them count, come on

Let's get back in line again and ride the big one

Don't you want to fall, don't you want to fly

Don't you want to be dangled over

The edge of this aching romance

If it's gonna end, then I wanna know

That we squeezed out every moment

But if there's nothing left can you tell me why

That it is you're holding onto me

Like it's the end of the world