Ive got a book of matches Ive got a can of kerosene Ive got some bad ideas involving you and me I dont blame you for walking away I touch myself at thoughts of flames I shat the bed and laid there in it Thinking of you wide awake for days Wide awake for days
And I found you tongue tied In my twisted little brain You couldnt crack a smile I didnt catch your name I dont blame you for walking away Id do the same if i saw me I swear its not contageous four short steps we can erase this
Step one slit my throat Step two play in my blood Step three cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one One by one
Im like a broken record Ive got a needle scratching me it injects the poison of alcohol IV I dont blame you for walking away Id do the same if i saw me I swear its not contagious Swear to god its not contagious
Step one slit my throat Step two play in my blood Step three cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers
This could be love Love for fire This could be love Love for fire This could be love Love for fire This could be love For fire forevermore
Step one slit my throat Step two play in my blood Step three cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four stop at Berkly Marina and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one One by one