we're all matchsticks.

i’m sick and tired of this town
the people, the places
we all look the same
i can’t even place a name to any of you if I tried
we’re all just made of matchsticks waiting to get burnt down
where is the flame? where is the match?
i'm waiting until we go down in flames.
ill scatter the ashes of what it used to be.
whatever it would be.

take me outside, stare at sky
it’s getting cold on my rooftop
i only see one star, what happened to all the rest?

shine so bright you pull me down
smothering everything i was. everything I am.
why can’t i just go away?
pull me out you carry me back here.
can you make up your mind?
can I just stay?
question everything I am. or used to be.
this town is changing me.

the city lights, the stars at night.
we can’t tell the difference can we?
our friends, our enemies
what distinguishes them both.