Held the Match The ceiling’s bleeding, the paint begins to peel I’m losing touch with everything I feel A quiet fire dancing on the floor I locked the keys inside the bedroom door I hear the wood crack underneath my weight I try to breathe but it is far too late The smoke is rising, turning into black There is a road but I can’t go back The walls are shaking, the heat is growing high The ghost of who I was is waving me goodbye Oh, let the clock run out… I’m watching my own house burn dooonw! The flaaames are dancing all arooound… You can’t saaave a man who wants to drooown— I’m watching my own house burn dooonw! I poured the gasoline to numb the pain Now every single spark is running through my vein I am the match beneath the smoooke… Choking on the promises I broooke… I’m watching my own house burn dooonw! The flaaames are dancing all arooound… You can’t saaave a man who wants to drooown— I’m watching my own house burn dooonw! Every window shows the same collapse… Lost inside my own time-lapse… Every window shows the same collapse! I BECAME THE FIRE! I’m watching my own house burn dooonw! The flaaames are dancing all arooound… You can’t saaave a man who wants to drooown— …and I still held the maaatch! My beautiful decay… It burns away… …and I’m the one who held the match.
