Matches and Metaphors

It's raining at my house, is it raining at yours?
When it rains it pours, to hell with the metaphors.
I want you so bad I think I might die
I'm sorry I keep feeding you these lines, but

I sure like your sounds
And if you were here,
I'd love to get you high, then lay down.
I want you hanging around.
I've been needing something good, baby-
Can I use you right now?

I wrote you a letter. I threw it in the trash.
Got it out lit it with a match.
I'm not gonna tell you how I feel,
It's overrated but damn, it's real

I sure like your sounds
And if you were here,
I'd love to get you high, then lay down.
I want you hanging around.
I've been needing something good, baby-
Can I use you right now?

If you don't want me, that don't bother me at all.
Don't be upset if I don't answer when you call.
Maybe I can move on, but there was nothing to move on from.
My veins are on fire, babe my face is numb

I sure like your sounds
And if you were here,
I'd love to get you high, then lay down.
I want you hanging around.
I've been needing something good, baby-
Can I use you right now?

It's raining at my house, is it raining at yours