Seven Matches

D D G She gave me matches, seven wooden matches D G She put them into a small, slim glass jar with a screw-top lid D G I fingered that jar, I put it in my pocket D G She said, “can’t go into the woods without them”, I smiled at her and left A G And I kept them dry, and as long as there were six A G I’d be fine, and as long as there were five D G Matches in that jar, mile after mile D G All the chkk-chkk-chkk, chkk sound of the matches, and the memory of her smile D G D G A G I kept them dry, and as long as there were five A G I’d be fine, and as long as there were four D G Matches in a jar, with a screw-top lid D G I know she did not mean to hurt my feelings, but that’s what she did A G I kept them dry, and as long as there were three A G I’d be fine, as long as there were two D Matches in that jar