The Match
On the front porch in our coats
Catching colds through cigarettes
Watching stray cats under cars
Stop and star like silhouettes

You're lighting matches just for fun
And running fire along your thumb
And once half the box is done
I see you frown inside

All your friends are cooped inside
Making too much noise I think
Staying warm and getting high
Wiping sweat off plastic drinks

There were two pair here in the afternoon
Now there's a pile of shoes in the living room
And if it comes to you it comes too soon
You and me, we're doomed

A giving tree and a gibbous moon
Are the only things your house can grow
And the people sitting in your living room
Well, if they don't know you who do they know?
Oh, planes are flying overhead
All your neighbors in their dens
Is it us or is it them?
You ask me again

So when the last one's gone and we're making love
Is it hurting you like it's hurting me?
To the know the things you can do without
Are climbing up your family tree

So when the lights are out and the house is dim
And your friends have all been fast asleep
Is it us or is it them?
Is it you or is it me?