Smooth old artificial eyelashes
Pairs of stick on nails
Little plastic rings we played with
When we sat against the rails
Grains of sand from the beach
Where we walked along the shore
Is this meant to teach
That we were meant to be more?
Everything that I've got that reminds
Of you could fit inside a matchbox
The memories that I lost I find
Here inside this matchbox
Bands, clips and accessories
You wore in your hair
Seeds of plants and trees
Pellets we fired at the fair
Everything that I've got that reminds
Of you could fit inside a matchbox
The memories that I lost I find
Here inside this matchbox
I sit and stare at these four walls of what once was our happy place
All I have as a recall rests
Inside one small space
Everything that I've got that reminds
Of you could fit inside a matchbox
The memories that I lost I find
Here inside this matchbox
Postage stamps from love letters
That I sent to you
A piece of cotton and a button
You tried to stitch through
Everything that I've got that reminds
Of you could fit inside a matchbox
The memories that I lost I find
Here inside this matchbox