Matches to Paper Dolls - Dessa

I changed the locks

But your key, your key’s still working

You can’t train a moth I guess

Oh, each beast gets her burden

So we circle this old flame

Too much at stake

But too late to change

My nerves are shot

My reserves exhausted

It’s a tired plot, but we bought it

Now we’re lost

Between love and cholera

Saccharine read — such a sentimental novel

Give you cavities if it doesn’t drive you to the bottle

As for me, I’ll take another kerosene

If you’ve got it something harder

Built like a moth you see

And I still get chills when you talk to me

But the years pass by now

In twos and threes

These thrills ain’t as cheap

As they used to be

If you’re asking, I can’t say no

Just one more chapter

Our book won’t close

And I know it’s madness

To play these odds

It’s like giving matches to paper

To paper dolls

I know it’s madness, I know

Tried sweet talk, tried dynamite

But I sleepwalk, back to the battle site

Fight fire with fire but the fire won’t fight

We just fly these circles like tired kites

You flash some fang

And I bat my lashes

And we’re back again

No end to this game with matches

We’ve been lovers and strangers and friends who get angry

Made mistakes and amends and brief moments of magic

We forgive and forget and give in to attraction

This whole thing depends on amnesia and magnets

I’d be leaving for good, I’d be looking for better

But I got this broken habit I keep gluing back together

The fervor the fire the feathers, this fever defies measure

And good sense won’t venture, where the moth won’t let it

If you’re asking, I can’t say no

Just one more chapter

Our book won’t close

And I know it’s madness

To play these odds

It’s like giving matches to paper

To paper dolls

I know it’s madness, I know