I built my room from warnings from apology and dust Every wall remembers what I said when I said too much You pace behind my teeth at night like a judge with patient hands I taste the ash of your footsteps before I understand I keep a lock on my tomorrow but you know how locks can sing you slip through every thin place like smoke through splintered rings And I hate how you sound honest when the world goes numb and dim you lean your mouth against my pulse and teach the dark my name again you are the match In this paper house of mine you are the match and I am all dry lines Say my name soft then set the whole thing right you are the match In this paper house of mine My hands are full of weather my throat is full of lead I fold my fear into corners where the little child of me once slept There’s a cracked frame in the hallway where I kept my better days but your shadow on the ceiling turns every gold into gray I keep hearing you persuade me with your velvet little knife how to vanish is a mercy how to end the room is life But I know the lie beneath it I know the hunger in your grin you don’t want peace, you want a fire and I’m the match you’re living in you are the match In this paper house of mine you are the match and I am all dry lines Say my name soft then set the whole thing right you are the match In this paper house of mine
