ELIZABETH'S MATCHES
Tore portraits off the nail last Tuesday
Cause frames hang all we see
Elizabeth shatters the face in the mirror
Answering the scars that go unseen
........Behind a perfect smile they hide
........Behind her smile she slides
Elizabeth lit all her matches
Built a light to catch her eyes
Consume all the walls that confine her
To a life that she spins in,
Doesn't live
........Been screaming but no one will hear
........Behind her smile she slides
CHORUS:
Burning down
Walls around you
Perfect portraits
Isn't really you there
-Unwrapping the sadness
You've kept a secret
Pulling all your matches out!
Elizabeth showed me her matches
In a box marked suicide romances
Filled up with guitars and addictions
Tattooed as a message to Dad
"Everyone sees her singing like a Cherub
On the front pew of his Sunday morning show
Nobody can see his angel's soul is lost in limbo
Forgotten in the message he sold"
Tonite she won't be practicing her courtsies and hellos
But watching the perfect portraits burn down
Said to me that beauty is like her cigarrette's
In the end its just plain killing you
After all the glamour and the music is gone
CHORUS:
Burning down
Walls around you
Perfect portraits
Isn't really you there
-Unwrapping the sadness
You've kept a secret
Pulling all your matches out!
Elizabeth don't tell me I'll find only ashes
When I'm close enough to see
Hold back your bottle hand
A little longer
And we'll be banging on your door to get in
Behind the smiles you slide
Prayer for Everyone Burning Their Matches
To The God Who Asks for Honesty not Perfection
We ask that you give us the Courage to be more transparent that Stained Glass
We ask that you give us the Integrity to use the same words in the Kitchen Chair as the Pew
We ask that we find Truth and not just Religion when we look for your Name
We ask that we find Love and not just Courtesy when we enter your Doors
We ask that you rescue us from our own Masquerade
We ask that you wipe away our painted Faces to reveal the Tears behind
We ask that you remove these Suites and Ties to show the world the Chains we Hide
We ask that most of all our children not hate us for the Rebels and Hypocrites we have Become
“I hate, I despise your festivals!
I take no delight in your sacred assemblies.
Even if you offer me burnt offerings and your grain offerings,
I will not accept them,
nor will I look
at peace offerings of your fattened animals.
Take away from Me the noise of your songs!
I will not listen to the melody of your harps.
But let justice roll like water
and righteousness like an ever-flowing torrent.”
Amos 5:21 Tree of Life Version
Resource: “Beautiful Outlaw” by John Eldredge
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