Woke up with a war in my head   An old man's grumble   And an extra space in the bed   And if ol' John Prine can't sing the next line   'Bout something that can make me smile      Gonna have to be content   To stare at your baby photos till it makes some sense   Were you ever mine anyway   Speak up as i drop away      I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick   Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me   Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times   I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done      I fell for you like a doll from a tree   Keep a straight stitched face   As the ground makes a bed for me   I keep my eye where i fell, sends no replies      That you're never at home for the fun   I can't make excuses   For the shorthand abuses   Thank god it ain't a Sunday night      I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick   Wrote it all short and sweet all, all that makes sense to me   Burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all the times   I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done      I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick    Wrote it all short and sweet, all that makes sense to me   Buring out in the lights, sorry for all times   I just can't see how it comes   The damage we've done   The damage we've done   The damage we've done