Tip of a Match

I like those sounds Turn the lights off I saw a billboard advertising God I climbed the ladder, I saw all the ways That this city was flawed I hemmed and hawed, I sold my body So my brain could eat But I will not admit defeat I will not admit defeat I will not Apocalypse was Supposed to happen before this song We're all grown up now I think that time's gone on too long The tide is strong There's nothing wrong With being swept out to sea But I will not admit defeat I will not admit defeat I will not If you feel like the tip of a match If you feel like the tip of a match If you feel like the tip of a match If you feel like the tip of a match Then strike yourself on something Rough --- Tip of a Match - Ezra Furman