We met 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
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 scrat-ches 1.)If I find the strength to burn your memory down
2.)Now I found
(2. Oh) At least you left the matches
The colors are old and faded The cover's worn and stained
But I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name
Until tonight they'd only lit a single cirgarette
Now one by one I'm striking them to help me forget
And everybody at the Broken Spoke
They all thought my crazy story was a joke
Now they're all in the parking lot staring at the smoke
go to chorus, then to ending.
Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes
Thank God you left the matches