"Striking Matches" as written by and Brian Wright....
I stood there striking matches
and you stood there starting trouble
I said I was born just south of Nashville
and you said I was lucky
to have met you in the summer
or to have been born at all
and you’d never turn your back on my goodnight

and I was striking conversations
you said don’t go to the trouble
and you ordered up a vision
so I said id have a double
when you talk I cannot listen
your words rise with a sorrow
and tomorrow Ill no more see you again

you were a striking beauty out there under your umbrella
and the news did held your father still hanging in the cellar
well you asked me to remove it
but it turned out I was yellow
and you never asked a thing of me again

so your taking matches to a box of my old letters
and you watch the city burning
you say you know me a better
than the best of my convictions
in the prison of my heart
and you’d never turn your back on my goodnight

in your purists contradiction
you crucified my name
orchestrated my collision
with the mouthful of the same old
same old superstition
always swirling around my brain
with a black cat and a thousand broken mirrors

and even know I still think I can hear her
I still think I can hear her

I guess I'm just like my momma she said
she waited for my daddy til my daddy was dead
and I guess I’m just like my momma she said
she waited for my daddy til my daddy was dead
and I guess I’m just like my momma she said
she waited for my daddy til my daddy was dead
and I guess I’m just like my momma she said
she waited for my daddy til my daddy was dead


Lyrics submitted by talihinathrees

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