Matches

Used up all my matches Trying to make fire in the rain Lighting up cigarette ashes Won't do anything, the cinders just remain Cause you were shivering honey (ooh) Teeth clattering lips blue and bloody So I'll start lighting up my cloak and my mittens To feed my savior complex ambition And I hate how I grow claws the minute I become attached Grasping your leg won't let go 'til you squirm out Hear the jury whisper"her ache is unmatched" Hope you're not ashamed of me, the most devout of the crowd Crowd Read your eyes like a map on the back of my hand I need to understand Let me in to your fortress I promise I won't disturb anyone or anything Let me hold your hand I'm flawed in the head but I'll still make the bed For you to lie gently at night Inhale and exhale, waiting 'til your even so I can Turn of the light And I hate how I grow claws the minute I become attached Grasping your leg won't let go 'til you squirm out Hear the jury whisper"her ache is unmatched" Hope you're not ashamed of me, the most devout of the crowd The crowd The crowd Ooooh Ooh Ooh Ooooh