Matches

We meet 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 laying on the bar And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart I didn't see it coming, 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 nothing 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 here with empty rooms and walls with holes, scars and scratches, If I find the strength to burn your memory down At least you left the matches. The color is old and faded; the cover's worn and stained 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 to forget And everybody at the broken spoke 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 here with empty rooms of walls and holes, scars and scratches Now I found the strength to burn your memory down At least you left the matches. Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes Thank god you left the matches