Matchbook

Found a matchbook from that place On Grand we went to once Your handwriting on the inside A phone number or a dare I keep the small things The ones that barely weigh a thing Somehow they're the heaviest At a quarter after three The radiator's ticking warm The street below is wet and still I'm reading all your old texts backwards Like they'll say something different I keep the small things The ones that barely weigh a thing Somehow they're the heaviest At a quarter after three It's not the missing that surprises me It's how specific it gets A matchbook and a memory That barely weighs a thing