This time the little match girl has brought her own snow Alone in the cold she draws her real name with the flames, Sifting around for prophecy This sleep will test the morning--supposing-- A heart full of bric-a-brac--pufferfish and staplegun Crucifix and teddybear, sequins, eiderdown Hatboxes--shared houses--plumber's helpers--bits of string These foolish things help me forget you This time the match girl is ruling by thumb Counting the inches that lay in a lifetime of regrets-- She suspects A heart full of bric-a-brac--pufferfish and staplegun Crucifix and teddybear, sequins, eiderdown Hatboxes--shared houses--plumber's helpers--bits of string These foolish things help me forget you (So bad... Is alone so bad?)