Matchsticks Lyrics

Glass litters a garage,

Where I scattered my days.

Skipped class for a bitter applause,

Flattered by the fading praise.

Fluorescent reflection

From a pool of piss and gasoline.

The quiet sits like a presence,

You haunt these halls a ghost in the machine.

I swear I can hear you humming

Through a cough in your lungs,

Even then you were stoned and stunning,

Carving wisdom in the bathroom stall.

While I stood outside.

Waiting in a line.

Ignore the passing time.

We'll mourn the passing time.

Fall asleep standing,

Pants catch a tumbleweed,

While ants bite my ankles,

I'm just tryna keep my nose clean.

Pick goat heads from my sneakers,

Reeks of steak and stale caffeine.

My heart breaks like that speaker,

Dropped in a pool of piss and gasoline.

If these are the two only constants,

Consider me condemned,

To a nude childhood of stolen kisses,

Play and pretend.

Bats slap the window,

Even the dog is having nightmares,

Found matchsticks in the garbage,

Taking out the trash in August,

Listless, honest, place is a promise,

Some rooms are like an island.

Before there was time to be passing,

Before there was time to be passing,

Before there was time to be passing.