I woke up with a war in my head

An old man's grumble

And an extra space in the bed

And if ol' John Prine don't sing the next line

'Bout something that can make me smile

I'm gonna have to be content

To stare at your baby photos till it makes some sense

Were you ever mine anyway?

Speak up as I drop away

I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick

I wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me

Burnt six thousand lines, sorry for all the times

I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done

I fall for you like a dog from a tree

Keep a straight-stitched face

As the ground makes a bed for me

I keep my eyes where I fell, sends no replies

And you can run so long from sadness

That you're never at home for the fun

I can't make excuses for the shorthand abuses

Thank God it ain't a Sunday night

I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick

I wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me

I burnt six thousand lines, sorry for all the times

I just can't add up the sums to find the damage

I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick

I wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me

I'm burning out in the lights and I'm sorry for all times

I just can't see how it comes, the damage we've done

The damage we've done

The damage we've done