Two Matchsticks

Whenever you come home you light a little fire
A little fire barely enough to burn you
And heaven knows it only gives a little light
But sometimes it's the little light that gets you

'Cause you burned up all the books, it was so sad
A lonesome history of a hard parts one through four
Or wrote another 'bout two matchsticks holding hands
You're sayin' to the other you won't burn alone
Anymore

In the middle of the night one would sleep
The other's lighting up the dark alongside you
And when the wind was blowin' in you both would keep
Each other burning like neither alone would do

You're gonna burn out alone
You're gonna burn out alone
You're gonna burn out alone
You're gonna burn out alone