[Intro – Instrumental Only] [Haunting music box, delicate piano, eerie synths] [Distorted guitar swells beneath the melody] [Verse 1 – Fragile, intimate male tenor] [Soft storytelling, haunting childhood nostalgia] He built a kingdom underneath his bed Paper crowns and monsters in his head Every mirror showed somebody else So he learned to disappear inside himself [Breathy sadness, delicate piano] He painted stars across the ceiling cracks Made up endings where the good boys made it back Said someday some prince would find the door And prove he wasn’t hard to love anymore [Pre-Chorus – Growing bitterness, rising strings] [Voice begins cracking, drums slowly build] But castles made of wishes Don’t survive the rain And every perfect ending Still has something it won’t say [Hook – Explosive, rebellious emo-rock anthem] [Crushing guitars, driving drums, soaring gritty tenor] SO BRING ME THE MATCHES BRING ME THE GASOLINE We’ll burn down the kingdom That taught you how to dream [Powerful melodic lift, raw emotional grit] Dig through the ashes Till there’s nothing left to hide If the fairytale can’t love you Then we’ll leave it here to die [Instrumental – Distorted guitar melody, pounding drums] [Verse 2 – Warmer, youthful, affectionate] [Clean rhythmic guitar, gentle smiling delivery] One night a boy climbed through his window No white horse, no crown, no halo Just ripped jeans and shaking hands Saying, “I don’t know forever, but I know who I am” [Soft vocal lift, genuine romantic warmth] He kissed him underneath the hallway light And suddenly the real world felt alright No magic spell, no midnight bell Just two scared boys choosing something real [Pre-Chorus – Hopeful, rising emotional melody] [Shimmering guitars, building drums] Maybe happy endings Never needed kings Maybe love is ordinary And that’s the beautiful thing [Hook – Bigger, triumphant, emotionally powerful] [Full distorted guitars, soaring clean high notes] SO BRING ME THE MATCHES BRING ME THE GASOLINE We’ll burn down the kingdom That taught you how to dream Dig through the ashes Till there’s nothing left to hide If the fairytale can’t love us Then we’ll leave it here to die [Instrumental Break – Music-box melody returns] [Guitars fade, drums fall away] [Bridge – Stripped-back, painfully intimate] [Close-mic breathy tenor, lonely piano] You spent your whole life waiting For somebody to rescue you But princes are just people And people bleed there too [Soft acoustic guitar enters, vulnerable warmth] So forget the glass slipper Forget the golden throne I’d rather have your hand in mine Walking somewhere unknown [Gentle melodic rise, affectionate vocal cracks] Give me ugly mornings Give me fights we have to fix Give me grocery-store Tuesdays And your toothbrush next to mine [Building – Cinematic strings and rolling drums] [Raw passionate voice grows stronger] Because real love isn’t magic It doesn’t sparkle when it starts It’s choosing someone every day With both your feet and all your heart [Breakdown – Crushing halftime guitar chugs] [Defiant rhythmic singing, dramatic stops] NO DRAGONS NO TOWERS NO DESTINY ABOVE [Sudden instrumental drop] [Exposed emotional male vocal] Just you Just me And something real enough [Explosive Guitar Build – Rapid drums, rising feedback] [Final Hook – Massive cathartic climax] [Soaring raspy tenor, thick guitars, crashing drums] SO BRING ME THE MATCHES LET THE OLD KINGDOM BURN We don’t need their story We can write our own instead [Climbing emotional melody, powerful vocal cracks] Let the ashes scatter Let the painted heavens fall I’d rather have one honest love Than the prettiest lie of all [Huge sustained melodic belt] BURN THE FAIRYTALE BURN IT TO THE GROUND If happily ever after Means pretending who we are [Brief Silence] [Raw, defiant, soaring high note] THEN I DON’T WANT IT NOW! [Instrumental Release – Guitars and drums fade] [Original music-box melody returns] [Outro – Soft, tender male tenor] [Single piano, warm intimate delivery] He closed the book Turned out the light [Breathy affectionate falsetto] And kissed his boy Goodnight. [Final music-box note fades] [End]
