Shoulder To Laugh On

[Verse 1]
You showed up with coffee
When my world fell apart
Sat down in the driveway
Heard the break in my heart
You let me cry ugly
Mascara on your sleeve
You said, “I’m not leavin’
’Til you remember how to breathe”
[Chorus]
You’re my shoulder to laugh on, shoulder to cry on
Runnin’ through the rain, radio up, lights on
Every crazy story starts with “you and me”
From midnight drives to Sunday seats
You pick me up when I can’t stand up
Talk me down when life gets rough
If the whole world walks away, you run to me
That’s what forever friends are supposed to be
[Verse 2]
We’ve gotten lost on backroads
Turned wrong into right
Screamin’ out our secrets
To the dark and the sky
You’ve seen all my bad days
Still say I’m your girl
We toast our little victories
Like we just saved the world (hey!)
[Chorus]
You’re my shoulder to laugh on, shoulder to cry on
Runnin’ through the rain, radio up, lights on
Every crazy story starts with “you and me”
From midnight drives to Sunday seats
You pick me up when I can’t stand up
Talk me down when life gets rough
If the whole world walks away, you run to me
That’s what forever friends are supposed to be
[Bridge]
When I get it wrong
You sing along
To the worst parts of my song (oh yeah)
If I fall apart
You guard my heart
Promise me we’ll always start
Right where we left off
[Chorus]
You’re my shoulder to laugh on, shoulder to cry on
Runnin’ through the rain, radio up, lights on
Every crazy story starts with “you and me”
From midnight drives to Sunday seats
You pick me up when I can’t stand up
Talk me down when life gets rough
If the whole world walks away, you run to me
That’s what forever friends are supposed to be
[Outro]
Yeah, that’s what forever
Forever friends are supposed to be (mm, that’s you and me)

country, Warm country-pop crossover with female vocals; fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft piano in the verses, steady kick and brushed snare lifting the choruses. Sunny dobro swells and subtle organ pads under rich stacked harmonies on the hook. Starts intimate and tender, then blooms into a big singalong outro with claps and ad-libbed “yeah”s., pop