Match Boxed

I'll get back there,
of this much I'm sure,
of that much I know,

But when I ask for a match,
no one seems to have one,
maybe that was the problem,

they said if you want something done right,
then do it yourself,

I need to just get up and get out,
up and out of here,

maybe I overstayed my welcome,
or maybe they overstayed their welcome in my filing cabinet,

I need a better key,
of this much I'm sure,
of that much I know,

I took those fucking matchbooks from every restaurant I shouldn't have been in with you,
hoping they would bring me nostalgic reveries that would tango around all of this,
moving like a wind chime,
with a murkiness about its intention,

Wind chimes had premonitions of their own,
like me,
like you,
they just moved faster because they had to,

they had their prey,
their match,

of this much I'm sure,
of that much I know