Made of Matches

Feeling like my heart is a bird in a cage
If life is like a story then I’m turning the page
Some things my little rapid heart just can’t take
So I’m popping on them pills like a Lemonhead
He’s candy-coated poison cause he looks like a dream
He drives a Maserati and his eyes are green
Don’t ask about his momma cause he won’t say a word
And if he takes you for a ride better say your prayers first
Oh oh oh
Pour me a glass
Two shots of whiskey
And some cyanide fast
Watch me as I bleed
Turn up the TV
Kiss me while you can before I O. D
Strike up a flame
See what happens
Cause my heart is on fire
And I’m made of matches
Feeling like the rivers should be running red
Can’t hear myself breathing so I must be dead
Some things my little rapid heart just can’t take
So I pop another pill and over medicate
Chocolate covered poison cause his kisses are sweet
When you’re in his Maserati don’t look under the seat
He’s six foot four and he packs a good punch
But his love is what’ll kill you so you better run
Baby we’re too far gone
Too far along
On this road to insanity
This road to wrong
When I pick up the bottle
I feel suicidal
Tell me that I’m breathing
But my heart is gone
Oh oh oh
Pour me a glass
Two shots of whiskey
And some cyanide fast
Watch me as I bleed
Turn up the TV
Kiss me while you can before I O. D
Strike up a flame
See what happens
Cause my heart is on fire
And I’m made of
Strike up a flame
See what happens
Cause my heart is on fire
And I’m made of matches