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
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 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 contageous
Swear to god its not contageous

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
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 The 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