Matches and Gasoline

Picked up my boots from his dusty front porch

Right where he kicked 'em last week

Found my red lipstick print on his collar

Guess he thought I couldn't read

That picture on his burner phone

Her name saved under "Mike"

He's sleepin' off a six pack

I'm done sleepin' on my life

I got a box of matches and gasoline

A heart full of hell and ripped up dreams

He lit the fuse

Now I'm fannin' the flame

No more "baby

I'm sorry

" runnin' that game

I ain't his victim in faded blue jeans

I'm walkin' away while his kingdom screams

Yeah

I'm done bein' quiet and clean

I got a box of matches and gasoline

Sheriff's card crumpled deep in my wallet

"Call if he comes 'round again"

But paper don't stop busted up knuckles

Or dents in my mama's sedan

Neighbors shut curtains when the walls start shakin'

Bless their hearts

They pray

I'm done with whispered "thoughts and prayers"

While I bruise and they look away

I got a box of matches and gasoline

A heart full of hell and ripped up dreams

He lit the fuse

Now I'm fannin' the flame

No more "baby

I'm sorry

" runnin' that game

I ain't his victim in faded blue jeans

I'm walkin' away while his kingdom screams

Yeah

I'm done bein' quiet and clean

I got a box of matches and gasoline

Sirens sound sweet in the distance (oh)

Like a choir singin' "you're free"

Let 'em sort through all this wreckage

I already packed my keys

He always swore he'd be my ending

Guess he finally told the truth

'Cause the girl he tried to bury

Just burned down his excuse

I got a box of matches and gasoline

A heart full of hell and ripped up dreams

He lit the fuse