Tip of a Match

(I like those sounds.)

(Turn the lights off.)

I saw a billboard

Advertising God

I climbed the ladder

I saw all the ways

That this city was flawed

I hemmed and hawed

I sold my body

So my brain could eat

But I will not admit defeat

I will not admit defeat

I will not

Apocalypse was

Supposed to happen before this song

We're all grown up now

I think that time's gone on too long

The tide is strong

There's nothing wrong

With being swept out to sea

But I will not admit defeat

I will not admit defeat

I will not

If you feel like the tip of a match,

If you feel like the tip of a match,

If you feel like the tip of a match,

If you feel like the tip of a match,

Then strike yourself

On something rough