Burn Me I'm Made Of Matches Lyrics

Show up late for some plans that I didn't make
Acclimate to the chemical they handed me

I give up, wash me out brains in dixie cups
Little devil your touch, flood my skull with bright colors
Show me all whom I've loved

I saw you, crystal ball I could look into
But the visions weren't true
I was young, I was bored
With nothing better to do

I give in, sunrise shimmers I might just lose my shit
Little devil you spin the crank on the ferris wheel
I am locked in

Needle in my side
In your lie there's a paradise
Straight between the lines
Summer megalith was serpentine
Color coded eyes
Connect the dots with childlike colored pencil lines
Hold the grand reprise
Burn me I am made of matches and dried pine

Needle in my side
In your lie there's a paradise
All between the lines
Summer megalith was serpentine