I`ve got a book of matches
I`ve got a can of kerosene
I`ve got some bad ideas involving you and me
I don`t blame you for walking away
I touched myself had 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 couldn`t crack a smile
I didn`t catch your name
I don`t blame you for walking away
I`d do the same if I saw me
I swear it`s not contagious
In 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 couldn`t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
I`m like a broken record
I`ve got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don`t blame you for walking away
I`d 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 Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn`t 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 - 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 Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn`t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one