Striking Matches In The Dark Video (MV)

I'm a born busshitter and a waste of your goddamned time
I would have made it as a poet, but I couldn't keep between the lines
Take me to your little hideaway, touch me with your sequined grace
I'll kiss you just like we did before with the covers pulled close to your face
They'll bury us in a pool hall, among the drunks, the dicks, and the sharks
Cause you and I, we were only striking matches in the dark
You and I, we were only striking matches in the dark
It figures the same, you're just dancing with a different man
But honey watch the rain, cause he's bound to melt away in your hand
I want to spin outside your little white house like the moon does every night
Dance with Sasha in the corner somewhere while I watch you throw away your life
Waltz straight up to your windowsill, sing the broken little tune of a lark
Cause you and I, we were only striking matches in the dark
You and I, we were only striking matches in the dark
They wanted to put me on the firing line til I was just another one of your marks
You and I, we were only stacking matches in the dark
You and I, we were only striking matches in the dark