Lyric

Chalk on my wrist cold air on my lip

Paper crown torn bitter like ash

A mirror cracks thin light flicks

I taste the dust I pocket the lash

Rules like rope rough on the skin

Silent initials carved and thin

My pulse is flint sparks in the gap

I map the exits ready to snap

Tight as a knot in the throat I keep

The oath you wrote too sharp too cheap

I bite the thread the taste turns black

One breath of quiet then no way back

I set the match we burn the map

I set the match we burn the map

Smoke draws wings from broken air

Our scars read loud stripped and bare

I set the match we burn the map

Tin badge rules thin like rust

Closed mouth smiles powdered with dust

Letters in red dry on my hand

Salt on the tongue grit in the sand

A paper gate folded to hide

False sweet songs hollow inside

I cut the cord iron to skin

The door swings light I step within

If fear is a mask then let it split

Let daylight crawl through every slit

I hold my ground flint to the track

One blink of quiet then no way back

Soft snowfall words on the bitter tongue

A glass wing ghost where the sorrow clung

I breathe out smoke that was never mine

A moth in light a thin silver line

I set the match we burn the map

I set the match we burn the map

Wild ash halos turning the sky

Truth like thunder clean and dry

I set the match we burn the map

I set the match we burn the map