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 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 dont blame you for walking away

id do the same if i saw me

i swear its 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 dont blame you for walking away

id do the same if i saw me

i swear its not contagious

i 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 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