By: Alwajihah
We are all lighters
waiting for matches
to match us to our skins
The paper
oh, it is rolled
but it will never
turn back to gold, no
Lets wait for the matches
because if we start
we will surely die
Let's wait for the matches
to flick and click and start
so we can lie, oh, lie
in the pockets and the drawers
of men
my eyes, they don't know what to see
like I don't know what to ask
or when to talk, or how to breath
when the smoke becomes me
The wick will quiver, shiver
in the wind,
I am half finished
can you restore me to my golden glory
Lets wait for the matches
because if we start
we will surely die
Let's wait for the matches
to flick and click and start
so we can lie, oh, lie
in the pockets and the drawers
of men
We'll set them afire
and turn them into liars
yes, we will change them all
And ashes, will be left
and there will be no one left
but us, in our flaming glory
We'll set them ablaze
and burn away the hate
Oh we will start
and we will die
Lets not wait for the matches
if we start
we will die
Let's not wait for the matches
to flick and click
so we can start, and burn the
pockets and the drawers
of men
