Borrowed Lighter Memories

There's a spark we left behind In the palm of my hand

With a borrowed lighter I didn't plan to keep (mmmmm)

At a diner booth

where the pie is gone

I'm staring down at the empty plate

A stranger in the mirror

looks back at me

And counts the exits in the room

too late (ooh) There's a spark we left behind In the palm

of my hand

With a borrowed lighter

I didn't plan to keep

And the flame is dying out In this small-town sleep (yeah) We

spent our winters driving past the town limits Now I'm counting every

exit out

Flickering sparks on a plastic lighter

Wondering what we were so sure about

There's a spark we left behind In the palm of my hand

With a borrowed lighter

I didn't plan to keep And the flame is dying out In

this small-town

sleep

Just a borrowed lighter

And a cold

glass

frame (mmmmm)