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, [x4] Then strike yourself On something rough