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