Striking Matches

Striking matches an' I'm smokin' cigarettes Puttin' on a kettle, playin' a ca*sette Foldin' up the papers, rubbin' my eyes Thinkin' of all that happened last night The pa*sion, the feelings that soaked in her love And the pools of silence where kisses were sprung Her love levitates me, I'm walking on air Two feet from the carpet, I'll always be there Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again I look in the mirror, I still look the same Striking matches, getting' a flame on the stove There's some of her hair in the teeth of my comb Dirty clothes piled up on the bathroom floor She's silently sleepin', I half close the door I see her beauty layin' on my bed I'm warm from within me with what she has said Her love is my balloon, I won't let it down For ever and ever I'll always be proud Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again I look in the mirror, I still look the same Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames I'm a director casting for a part (Turn on the light) It's for a soap set here right in my heart (Leave her alone) Shuffle to the window, shuffle to the door (Don't wake her up) She got the part I don't wanna see anymore (Unplug the phone) Ooh, I'm striking matches, it's mornin' again I look in the mirror, I still look the same Ooh, I'm striking matches Ooh, I'm striking matches, I go up in flames