Matchbox

Pulled my car into the parking lot and I sat for what seemed like years

It's been weeks since I last saw you but your ghost still resides here

Put my fist through the window and shattered the glass all over myself

Glove compartment swung open to reveal the book you left me on self help

Your favorite song is stupid and the words mean nothing at all

Your heroes fall, but you still love them despite their wrongs

Quizzing me like I'm your student and you're trying to commit the words to my head

Never had much of a problem talking 'bout all of the things you could be doing instead

Stupid answer that I'm giving, but I didn't prepare much for this test

Smoke trail traces of you stay behind in my mind with the words you left