Gasoline & Matches

Tell the kid in you that it's okay

You don't have to have it all figured out, beyond a shadow of a doubt

Put the work down till Monday

The loudest people have nothing to say

Why chime in? They'll just take it the wrong way

If there's a pain in your chest, take off your bulletproof vest

And let me in

You're burning everything to the ground

Quit fucking around

With gasoline and matches and shit you can't fix

Come down from your crucifix

Contentment's been a cold case you can't close

How you long for it, staring out the window

On a plane or a train, somewhere far away from home

You're burning everything to the ground

Quit fucking around

With gasoline and matches and shit you can't fix

Come down from your crucifix

You're burning everything to the ground

Quit fucking around

With gasoline and matches

With gasoline and matches

In your backyard, in the clear

Talking up a storm like we needed one here

Closest as friends when we were little kids

Can't recreate it, can only imitate it

You talk in the past tense

Like there's nothing worth discussing in the prison of the present

If there's a pain in your chest, take off your bulletproof vest

And let me in

You're burning everything to the ground

Quit fucking around

With gasoline and matches and shit you can't fix

Come down from your crucifix

You're burning everything to the ground

Quit fucking around

With gasoline and matches

With gasoline and matches

Na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na...

You're burning everything to the ground

Quit fucking around

Na-na, na-na-na-na

Na-na, na-na-na-na