Matches

We met at The Broken Spoke Restaurant and LoungeI lit your cigarette, then you wrote your number downOn the inside of a matchbook that was layin' on the barAnd a fire started burning somewhere in my heartI didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signsI just never thought you'd leave me after all this timeBut today when I came home, my key was hollow in the doorAnd there was nothin' but a worn out book of matches on the floorYou took the bedYou took the dishes and the carAnd you broke my trustAnd you took advantage of my heartAnd you left me hereWith empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratchesIf I find the strength to burn your memory downAt least you left the matchesThe color's old and faded, the cover's worn and stainedBut I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your nameUntil tonight they'd only lit a single cigaretteNow one by one I'm striking them to help me to forgetAnd everybody at The Broken SpokeWell they all thought my crazy story was a jokeNow they're all out in the parking lotStaring at the smokeYou took the bedYou took the dishes and the carAnd you broke my trustAnd you took advantage of my heartAnd you left me hereWith empty rooms and walls with holes and scars and scratchesNow I found the strength to burn your memory downOh, at least you left the matchesBaby all that's left of our love now is ashesThank God you left the matches