Matches

You were always too good for him

Girl we both know he was punching

And its hard to see the shape you’re in

Can’t sit here and do nothin’

I hate him for the way he made you hurt

So when you’re ready girl just say the word

If you want him outta your head I got a bottle

Of the top shelf go to hell good stuff

Honey if he winds up dead, I got a shovel

And a roll him up rug ready in the trunk

You wanna slash his tires I got a kitchen knife

You wanna tell his mama on him, got her on speed dial

Wanna show him crazy, I’ll go batshit

Light him up baby

I got the matches

We’ll build a bonfire, and watch it burn

Down everything that makes you think of him

And when the smoke clears, we’ll hit him where it hurts

Get a little too close at the bar with his best friend

Key his truck, steal his dog

Cut his fishing boat loose

Find his new girlfriend

Tell her nothing but the truth

Anything you wanna do