House Made of Matchsticks

There's a weight on my chest

Cold sweat down my back

I need to get out

But I feel so attached

It's bittersweet

But this problem seems bigger

My life's on the line

Do I dare to pull the trigger?

I need to get it out

Don't know how I got to where I am now

This place is cruel to me

A shadow of what it used to be

The door is closing fast

My fingers twitch

I don't know how to act

This place is cruel to me

And it hurts to see

But I can't just run it will follow me

I run through my options

Am I being watched?

I've got to move quickly

Time drips steadily out of the clock

Eyes darting round

Don't make a sound

Desperate for options

Bargaining is so exhausting

I need to get it out

Don't know how I got to where I am now

This place is cruel to me

A shadow of what it used to be

The door is closing fast

My fingers twitch

I don't know how to act

This place is cruel to me

And it hurts to see

But I can't just run it will follow me

Through the corner of my eye something shines

An out

So warm and comforting, fire

So I pick up the box of matches laying on the kitchen counter

Take a deep breath as I douse what I once loved in gasoline

I open the box with a shaky hand

As I walk towards the front door and opened it

Take one last breath

And strike the fucking match

I need to get it out

Don't know how I got to where I am now

This place is cruel to me

A shadow of what it used to be

The door is closing fast

My fingers twitch

I don't know how to act

This place is cruel to me

And it hurts to see

But now I can't run it will follow me