Verse 1
Phone buzzes in my pocket
I let it go to voicemail
Same old sorry story
Different night same pale blue screen
Pre-Chorus
Maybe I could try again
Maybe I could fake a laugh
Maybe I don't have the energy
To climb out of this half-life
Chorus
You keep handing me matches
But I ran out of wicks
I'm a lantern with no fire
Still you flick your little tricks
Flick your little tricks
Verse 2
Sunday papers on the floor
Wish I'd saved the good stuff
Poured a cup of lukewarm tea
Forgot I never drank it cold
Pre-Chorus
Maybe I could call you back
Maybe I could miss your voice
Maybe I just like the quiet
Better than the noise it makes
Chorus
You keep handing me matches
But I ran out of wicks
I'm a lantern with no fire
Still you flick your little tricks
Flick your little tricks
Bridge
I burned out doing nothing
That's the joke that doesn't land
No. No. Soft. Spent.
Chorus
You keep handing me matches
But I ran out of wicks
I'm a lantern with no fire
Still you flick your little tricks
Flick your little tricks
Outro
Numb again tonight
Numb again tonight
Numb again
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