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 don't 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

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 those crimson hands

you took me hostage you 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

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