The Matches - Track 11 (Scratched Out) Lyrics

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wake up and waste a day 
chase away 
a day at a time 
and waste away 
clean-faced today 
clean taste today 
toothpaste makes my 
orange juice sour 
waste a hour 
or so 
my shower 
is slow 
the flowers 
that grow 
outside of my window 
are blooming 
I'm assuming 
that you're coming over soon 
it's almost half past four 
and you called here at noon 
'cause there's a picture 
that you wanna see 
now I'm not even good at 
being me 
anymore 

she got nicotine-pasted 
lungs 
wasted thumbs 
and one of them asphalt 
tastin' tongues 
she wakes up 
to alarm 
her make-up 
is still on 
and she can't remember 
why she set the damn thing 
her heart is a machine 
art is meant to be seen 
not felt 
not heard 
it's just paint 
they're just words 
and fingers are for feeling 
fists are for beating 
scabs are for healing 
and blood is for bleeding 
that just how 
I used to be 
but I'm not even good at 
being me 
anymore 

I wake up and waste an hour 
pace and glower 
at the TV set wasting power 
and the aching in my head 
I'm banking in the red 
and compulsively charging cd's to my account 

Version 1: 
so come out 
Virginia 
don't make me wait 
you Catholic girls start much too late 

Version 2: 
so come out Jenny 
its getting late 
you Jersey girls like to make boys wait 

now it's too late 
in the day 
for a matinee 
and I ain't got the 
money to pay 
for you anyway 
what should I say? 
I know it ain't how it 
used to be 
but I'm not good 
at being me 
anymore 




Note: The reason for the 
different versions is that the 
lyrics always tell version 1, 
but in the song The Matches 
always sing version 2, 
The reason is because version 
1 had some copywrite issues 
so they had to change it. 
The Matches re-recorded the 
song with new lyrics. 

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lyrics submitted by Stephanie
lyrics corrected on 27-06-2005