I’ve got a matchbook
Burning a hole in my pocket
Something that you started
And I can’t stop it
I’ve got your “Call me”
Making me wonder if you want me
And I know your neon smile is gonna haunt me
I’ve got three days
I’m supposed to wait
I’ve got a buzz and I’ll be up late
I’ve got your number and your name
On a matchbook
Burning a hole in my pocket
Mmm
And I can’t stop this feeling
Ooh ooh ooh
Only empty seats next to you and your empty glass
Every line I’d try you’d smile
Every joke I told made you laugh
Couldn’t find a pen
So you took eyeliner and wrote on the back…
…Of a matchbook
Burning a hole in my pocket
Something that you started
And I can’t stop it
I’ve got your “Call me”
Making me wonder if you want me
But I know your neon smile is gonna haunt me
I’ve got three days
I’m supposed to wait
I’ve got a buzz and I’ll be up late
I’ve got your number and your name
On a matchbook
Burning a hole in my pocket
Mmm
And I can’t stop this feeling
You smiled and said you’d never meet nobody like this
On Saturday nights in dive bar places like this
Could’ve wrote a fake number on the back of my hand
Could’ve just shouted it over the band
Could’ve just walked away
And I’ve never see you again
But I’ve got a matchbook
Burning a hole in my pocket
Something that you started
And I can’t stop it
I’ve got your “Call me”
Making me wonder if you want me
But I know your neon smile is gonna haunt me
I’ve got three days
I’m supposed to wait
I’ve got a buzz and I’ll be up late
I’ve got your number and your name
On a matchbook
Burning a hole in my pocket
Mmm
And I can’t stop this feeling
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
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Scott Stepakoff Lyrics – Matchbook