I've got a book of matches

i've got a can of kerosene

i've got some bright ideas involving you and me

i dont blame you for walking away

i'd do the same if i saw me

i shat the bed and laid there in it

thinking of you 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 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 those 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 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 those 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 those crimson hands

you took me hostage and