rubberband
charlie worsham
tangled in a mess since i met your eyes
but the more we pull apart the harder we collide
strung up tight like a guitar string
i don't know quite what to call this thing
but it's kinda like the sound of a
stretch it out as far as we can
snap back together again hey
when you knock on my door looking like that
with your cinnamon skin and your hair pulled back
baby won't you come on in
and we'll spend the night
let loose for a little while
when you leave in the morning with a wink and a smile
stretch it out as far as we can
bound to get a little outta hand
stretch it out as far as we can
bound to get a little outta hand