Martin Storrow - Matches Lyrics

She grabs a pack of matches from every restaurant basket
You know she gave up smoking and she'd never start a fire
The arsonist in me strikes up a conversation
Excuse me there, Miss Flint
Steel a moment of your time
It's just the way
That I was raised
All I have
I create

She said the first thing I remember
Was waking up alone
No one laying next to me, no message on the phone
You know I worked so hard to keep her
But she vanished out of sight
So my baby is a bottle now, I'm getting drunk tonight
It's just the way
That I was raised
All I've made
Are mistakes

I said come out with me
Free your inhibitions
I'll take you to a clearing, we can see the sky
She said I don't need your roads to pave my intuition
I don't need your airplanes to make me high
It's just the way
That I was raised
All I've made
Are mistakes

I grabbed a pack of matches from that restaurant basket
Jotted down my number and a tiny note inside
So I know it hurts to lose him
Crazy fool to leave you
But what good is a candle that you're too afraid to light

Who really cares
How we were raised?
Light a fire
Blaze your way

I said come out with me
Free your inhibitions
I'll take you to a clearing, we can see the sky
We don't need their roads to pave our intuition
We don't need their airplanes to make us high

No
We don't need their roads to pave our intuition
We don't need their airplanes
To make us...