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
Written by Keith Stegall and Charlie Craig Matches, I need some matches 'Cause I've still got one old bridge I need to burn Teacher, I need a teacher
matches, it's mornin' again I look in the mirror, I still look the same Ooh, I'm striking matches Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames
Here's a minor correction in the way that you left me isn't this all wrong? The story is all wrong. You were the first one to bed when all of this was
way to slow it down You better hide your matches boy You better hide your matches boy REPEAT CHORUS You better hide your matches boy Oh, yeah You better hide your matches
Children play with matches start a fire(x2), Don't ever do what you're told, The old are just old, Children play with matches start a fire. Children
Where have you been?Where you're the reasons alcoholics call it fair-weather for a binge? My colleague's kids all have doctorates and mine is making permanent
By shot three I've got the fortitude to move past the prelude and explain how this escalates. I left her with an incomplete goodbye, then caught the midnight
This all started at a party. The exposition started at a party just like tonight. Not a formal with neckties and wine. Our bottles came in bags with Colt
I'm leaving. Yeah, I heard you the first time. Hypocrites are making hasty exits. I just wanted to say goodbye. Good luck at the high rise but the regret
While I sit and chat, you hold a staring match with the floor mat. You see, that's what I mean, Sweetheart. my life's like a container that sorts your
Walking into a dirty saloon singing a sad tune to the bottom half of a glass of beer. The barkeep said, It's got to be the one hundredth time we've heard
I'm heading back to where my hat used to hang. Back to the last song I sang. But it's harder in reverse. And you're not sure; it's not the only thing
passing. Let's go from mere theory to action. Yeah, I know that the time for asking passing. It's like bumming a lighter, while playing with matches
"You're just too stupid to see it" "You don't know what I can do. You don't know what I can do, what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna be. You don't know how
going well Now I know I'm gone and not missed I guess I finally made your things to do list Sorry I've been lying Our bodies match like puzzle pieces
Yeah this all started at a party The exposition it started at a party just like tonight Not a formal with neckties and wine Our bottles came in bags with
I love the sounds of the nightlife. Opportunities like this surface only once or twice. I'll sleep on sofas every night and live life knee deep in poverty