Testo Gas And Matches

A sad song with good intentions, unfinished letters I'll probably never send
Paper angels and scattered ashes are all that's left of our bitter end
Where's your letter? Where's your sorrow? Probably left with the ashes I swept up
As for bridges I've burnt a thousand, lit a match and I watched as yours went up
And this is goodbye

Gasoline and a book of matches, I light it up and watch it fade away
Watch the smoke rise into the dark night Scattered ashes are all that's left of you and I
And this is goodbye

Strands of your hair left in my bedroom, laugh it off pretend it doesn't mean a thing
From a picture catch your stare, feels like you're looking right through me
Now I'm back to holding you're hand, whisper in your ear how much that I miss you
Then I wake up because I was dreaming, couldn't go back even if I wanted to build a bridge that leads to you
But what's it mean to you

Gasoline and a book of matches, I light it up and watch it fade away
Watch the smoke rise into the dark night
Scattered ashes are all that's left of you and I
And this is goodbye