Matches

We met at The Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge

I lit your cigarette, then you wrote your number down

On the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on the bar

And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart

I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs

I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time

But today when I came home, my key was hollow in the door

And there was nothin' but a worn out book of matches on the floor

You took the bed

You took the dishes and the car

And you broke my trust

And you took advantage of my heart

And you left me there

With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches

If I find the strength to burn your memory down

At least you left the matches

The color's old and faded, the cover's worn and stained

But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name

Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette

Now one by one I'm striking them to help me forget

And everybody at The Broken Spoke

Well they all thought my crazy story was a joke

Now they're all out in the parking lot

Staring at the smoke

You took the bed

You took the dishes and the car

And you broke my trust

And you took advantage of my heart

And you left me there

With empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratches

Now I found the strength to burn your memory down

Oh, at least you left the matches

Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes

Thank God you left the matches