Matches from JOUR by Monica LaPlante

Oh my love release me from your spell
You captivate me more than I could ever tell
when your hand rests on my knee
my thoughts are left unsaid
so I beg you please my love,
quit messing with my head

Oh my love you've tied me up in knots
untangle me from my silly little thoughts
when you set your sights on me
I might as well be dead
cause my heart ceases to beat
when you're messing with my head

All my friends they say you're bad for me
but I can never learn
I keep playing with my matches
even when you leave me burned

I knew my love you'd leave me in the end
I'm cracked and broken back
farther than I bend
all I do is waste my life
living in pretend
so my heart ceases to beat
but I can't admit defeat
so I beg you please my love,
quit messing with my head.

• Rock
• garage
• garage pop
• garage rock
• spooky
• Minneapolis