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Stale Matches Video (MV)




Performed By: Three Legged Chairs
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Justin Adkins, Kyle Cook




Three Legged Chairs - Stale Matches Lyrics




Grab my shorts next to a box of matches
There's no flame and you don't know when you had it
Can't walk me out
We'll talk about my day
Cause under circumstance calls for anxiety

It couldn't get better
Wait for the wave
Another quick hour and I'll stay
Talking to myself

Cause I can't concentrate
Stuck trembling at the teeth
A boy can barely grip on what's happening
I'll phone home calling mama again
I can't get up again

Grab my pants out of a dirty basket
It's okay cause I think that thats how I like it
That's alright with me for the time being
I could chew more with some Nicorette just to keep my teeth promiscuous

It couldn't get better
Wait for the wave
Another quick thirty and I'll stay
Talking to myself

Cause I can't concentrate
Stuck trembling at the teeth
A boy can barely grip on what's happening
I'll phone home calling mama again
I can't get up again

I can't complain but life without ain't been the same on the brain
What's the harm in dropping a dime day n' night
Can't phone home when a flower is growing fine
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Grab my shorts next to a box of matches
There's no flame and you don't know when you had it
Can't walk me out
We'll talk about my day
Cause under circumstance calls for anxiety

It couldn't get better
Wait for the wave
Another quick hour and I'll stay
Talking to myself

Cause I can't concentrate
Stuck trembling at the teeth
A boy can barely grip on what's happening
I'll phone home calling mama again
I can't get up again

Grab my pants out of a dirty basket
It's okay cause I think that thats how I like it
That's alright with me for the time being
I could chew more with some Nicorette just to keep my teeth promiscuous

It couldn't get better
Wait for the wave
Another quick thirty and I'll stay
Talking to myself

Cause I can't concentrate
Stuck trembling at the teeth
A boy can barely grip on what's happening
I'll phone home calling mama again
I can't get up again

I can't complain but life without ain't been the same on the brain
What's the harm in dropping a dime day n' night
Can't phone home when a flower is growing fine
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Writer: Justin Adkins, Kyle Cook
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