On the front porch in our coats
Catching colds through cigarettes
Watching stray cats under cars
Stop and start like silhouettes
You’re lighting matches just for fun
And running fire along your thumb
Once half the box is done
I see you frown and sigh

All your friends are cooped inside
Making too much noise I think
Staying warm and getting high
And wiping sweat off plastic drinks
There were two pair here in the afternoon
Now’s a pile of shoes in the living room
If it comes to you, it comes too soon
You and me, we’re doomed

A giving tree and a gibbous moon
Are the only things your house can grow
And the people sitting in your living room
Well, if they don’t know you, who do they know
Oh, planes are flying overhead
All your neighbors in their dens
Is it us or is it them
You ask me again

So when the last one’s gone and we’re making love
Does it hurt you like it’s hurting me
To know the things in life you can do without
Are climbing up your family tree
So when the lights are out and the house is dim
And your friends have all been fast asleep
Is it us or is it them
Is it you or is it me


Lyrics submitted by OhNo27

The Match song meanings
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