Striking Matches

I walk the world by myself
I got this soul that I can’t sell
Casting stones again like you want
Like the empty heart left in my chest
I’ll leave you here, I’m too far gone
This is moving on
I don’t wanna be (I don’t wanna be)
I don’t wanna be the reason you can’t feel anymore
I can’t see you
I can’t breathe
In the back of your car
You made me believe
I’m the failure, and the disease
I’m the con to your score
Just a pawn on your board
I walk the world by myself
Striking matches just to watch them burn
I’ve got a soul that I can’t sell in hell
I’m running out
I can’t see you
I can’t breathe
In the back of your car
You made me believe
I’m the failure, and the disease
I’m the con to your score
Just a pawn on your board
(Oh oh oh whoa, Oh oh oh whoa)
I’m the con to your score
Just a pawn on your board
(Oh oh oh whoa, Oh oh oh whoa)
Just a pawn on your board
I don’t wanna be (You don’t have to be)
I don’t wanna be this man anymore
I can’t see you
I can’t breathe
In the back of your car
You made me believe
I’m the failure, and the disease
I’m the con to your score
Just a pawn on your board
(Oh oh oh whoa, Oh oh oh whoa)
I’m the con to your score
Just a pawn on your board
(Oh oh oh whoa, Oh oh oh whoa)
Just a pawn on your board
I walk the world by myself
I got this soul that I can’t sell