Matchbook Gospel

[Verse 1] Matchbook in my palm Sulfur dust on my thumb Backstage wall lined with times Times I crossed out twice Dock fumes in my throat “Don’t waste it,” somebody mutters I strike it anyway [Pre-Chorus] I write it small, I say it loud I write it small, I say it loud [Chorus] Matchbook Gospel Folded thin in my hand Matchbook Gospel No choir, no band Matchbook Gospel [Verse 2] Drum case open at my feet I peel tape off the lid Sharpie cap between my teeth Ink smudged across my wrist Hallway smoke on my sleeve “Make it cleaner,” they tell me I strike it anyway [Pre-Chorus] I write it small, I say it loud I write it small, I say it loud [Chorus] Matchbook Gospel Folded thin in my hand Matchbook Gospel No choir, no band Matchbook Gospel [Bridge] The fire code limits open flame I don’t need a pulpit to stand [Final Chorus] Matchbook Gospel Folded thin in my hand Matchbook Gospel Smoke caught in my lungs Matchbook Gospel