Matchbook by the Sink

[Verse 1]
I keep the little matchbook by the sink
One struck promise, then the kitchen stinks
I count the hours by the cups I leave
You say, “Come sit down,” I say, “Let me breathe”

[Pre-Chorus]
My hands know every hiding place
My mouth has learned the same excuse

[Chorus]
I’m trying not to turn the key
But turning it is how I sleep
I hate the room it pulls me through
I hate the calm it gives me too
I say I’m done, then there I go
Back to the hurt I already know

[Verse 2]
You find me folding receipts into squares
I tell you I’m fine while I’m counting the stairs
The morning comes plain, with the blinds half shut
I rinse out the glass, but I don’t throw it out

[Pre-Chorus]
I could call you; I could tell the truth
Instead I let the old relief come through

[Chorus]
I’m trying not to turn the key
But turning it is how I sleep
I hate the room it pulls me through
I hate the calm it gives me too
I say I’m done, then there I go
Back to the hurt I already know

[Bridge]
Don’t make me promise I can’t keep
Just sit beside me while I count to three
If I reach for what will wreck me
Say my name and stay with me

[Final Chorus]
I’m trying not to turn the key
Still, turning it feels easy
I hate the room it pulls me through
I want the comfort without the bruise
I say I’m done; I want to mean it
Stay here with me till this passes

[Outro]
The matchbook’s by the sink
Your hand is next to mine