Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashion, we're last chances.

We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends

You only hold me up like this
Cause you don't know who I really am

We're only liars, but we're the best

To conquer death
You only have to die

I know every last regret inside of me is my own
The way I hold them close has made me be this way
I will never change
I know I'm stuck here on my own

And i only kiss your shadow

I'm glad he's pushing up daisies
-He is not pushing up dasies, he is DEAD!
It's an idiom
-You sir, are the idiom