Matches

I shined your shoes, I poured the wine

I gave you all of my time

I patched your fake smile against your friends

Which apparently is a crime

I gave you space, you took my place

And gave it to her

But life's too long to waste it all

Loving a liar

And when love hands me matches now

I'm gonna burn it down

I keyed her car, got my guitar

And wrote this damn song

Look what you've found, she's been around

I hear the lines long

And don't you tell me to be nice

I'm not a nice girl

She died from complications

Of the things you told her

So when love hands me matches now

I'm gonna burn it down

Ain't it funny? You said, "Honey"

You meant, "Sitting duck" "

Well I say, "Cheater, liar, truck on fire, loser, leaver, deceiver"

Just a few I've thought of

And when love hands me matches now

Gonna burn it down

I'm gonna burn it down

Oh, yeah, gonna burn it, burn it, burn it down

Matches, now