Playing With Fire

Remember...
When our eyes filled with hope
When matches were made of pretend
And we lit up our bedrooms
With stories of falling in love...

It's 10 years later
And we've run out of bedrooms to burn
Left with the last conditional match
We burn ourselves

These words were once melodies
But they've been lost in the screams
And I can't seem to rewrite the sentences
A word erases with each flicker
Until we forget our childhood

What do we pretend when the matches are gone
When the words abandon the paper
And we forget how the story ends...

Every night, I fall asleep to desperate candles
That call out to silhouettes
But they're too shy to let us believe

Don't dream son, don't dream
Until we forget our childhood