Text: Playing With Matches. Other. Second Verse.

This is how a dream becomes a nightmare
From throwing smiles to playing with your hair
To pretending I'm a stranger

And my neck is stiff from looking back at the past
And wondering when I'm gonna come crawling back
But the scars on our hearts
Hold the secrets to our past

You're forever a reminder of the worst mistake
In the best situation
You're constant proof that
I hate when things are going well

Now I know I'm gone and not missed
I guess I finally made your things to do list
Sorry
I've been lying
Our bodies match like puzzle pieces
But my touch feels like treason
And you
You've been crying

This is how a dream becomes a nightmare
From throwing smiles to playing with your hair
To pretending I'm a stranger

My neck is stiff from looking back at the past
And wondering when I'm gonna come crawling back
But the scars on our hearts
Hold the secrets to our past

You're forever a reminder of the worst mistake
In the best situation
You're constant proof that
I hate when things are going well

Now I know I'm gone and not missed
I guess I finally made your things to do list
Sorry
I've been lying
Our bodies match like puzzle pieces
But my touch feels like treason
And you
You've been crying

Give me one more try
Rewrite the second verse
Of your lullaby with dry eyes

Give me one more try
Rewrite the second verse
Of your lullaby with dry eyes

Now I know I'm gone and not missed
I guess I finally made your things to do list
Sorry
I've been lying
Our bodies match like puzzle pieces
But my touch feels like treason
And you
You've been crying