THIS COULD BE LOVE.

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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 layed there in it.
thinking of you, 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.
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.