Matt Webb

Pretty little thing You're pulling on my strings We're breaking all the rules tonight Playing dirty games Don't even know your name I know that this just can't be right Stop calling c-callin' me This isn't what I wanted You're not the one that I need

Sleepless tonight The storm that's inside Is falling right from your eyes You've been here before This three syllable war Is coming out your disguise I watch you break I can't turn away I tried to help but you always say, Everything's fine I just nee

not sure when I'm gonna be back stay lines don't know where I'll match who can say how your reacts? when I tell you I'm leaving like a fire, crisp rain like a vicor,hopes for change like a flood,needs to drain and I only need one thing point me in yo

I think this was from a while ago We could barely breathe after the show I've got a scrape and a bruise or two And the crowd got the best of you I can see through the picture frame Waving arms and the lighter flame Sing along cause we think we're goo