Matchbook

I've been skirting round the edge of the world
With a map saying "head for the pearl"
And a matchbook, I'm torching my trail
I've been skirting 'round the edge of the world

I'm at rest, let the chemicals play
Haven't been myself anyway
Heard a voice I could swear that I knew
Saying "boy, I see right through you
How do you live like you do?
Thought it was bright blue..."

Stacking debts that I don't wanna pay
Can't afford that shit anyway
Once again I'm bound to be late
It might just be my fate

It might just be my fate
It might just ring true
How'd I get so blue?
How'd I get so blue?



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Sweeney
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