Ive got a book of matches
Ive got a can of kerosene
Ive got some bad ideas, involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touch myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bead and layed there in it
Thinking of you, wide awake for days
Wide awake for days
And I found you tounge tied
My twisted little brain
You couldnt crack a smile
I didnt catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away
Id do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
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 at lake michigan and wrinse 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 alchohol iv
I don't blame you for walking away
Id do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not contagious
I swear to God it's 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 berkley marina and wrinse your crimson hands

You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one

This could be love
(love for fire)
This could be love
(love for fire)
This could be love
For fire, for ever more

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 pittsburg peir and wrinse 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

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