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 just a little light it gets you
Cause you burned up all the books, it was so sad
A lonesome history of a hard (?) 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