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"Mouthful of Matches" is about learned silence—the kind that feels safe until it starts to burn. It captures growing up swallowing truth, mistaking quiet for peace, and finally choosing to speak even if it costs everything. ____________________________________________________________ Lyrics: I took the long way through my own head Past every “should’ve ” every “almost said” Kept all my questions in a pocket of lint Rubbed them raw till the edges went thin You say I’m quiet I’m screaming in essays Every shrug is a riot Buried in clichés I’m a mouthful of matches Trying hard not to breathe Every word could be ashes If I ever just speak honestly So I bite down Bite down Till my gums taste like rust Yeah This mouthful of matches Is the only thing I trust Family photos like courtroom scenes Everyone smiling through gritted teeth Learned to apologize for taking up space Learned to disappear and call it “grace” You call it “drama” I call it last straws Your peace is a coma Dressed up as “because” I’m a mouthful of matches Trying hard not to breathe Every word could be ashes If I ever just speak honestly So I bite down Bite down Till my gums taste like rust Yeah This mouthful of matches Is the only thing I trust Who taught you that quiet means healthy? Who taught you that anger means sin? Why’s every question “ungrateful”? Why’s every boundary “too thin”? (too thin) Hands up if you choked on “I’m fine” (I’m fine) Hands up if you swallowed your light (your light) Hands up if you’re done staying small Now scream it back I want to hear it all (HEY) I’m a mouthful of matches And I’m ready to breathe Let it spark Let it catch us If the truth burns Then it burns clean So we bite down Bite down Till the fear turns to dust Yeah This mouthful of matches Is the loudest kind of trust So here’s my fracture Here’s my fault Here’s my name scratched in the wall If I go up in a blaze tonight At least it’s me that struck the light _____________________________________________________ © 2026 Borrowed Grace. All Rights Reserved. Written and performed by Borrowed Grace. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this recording is prohibited. _____________________________________________________ #BorrowedGrace #AltRock #EmoRock #NewMusic #IndieRock