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Alkaline Trio
This Could Be Love
"I've got a book of matches. I've got a can of kerosene. I've got some bad ideas involving you and me. I don't blame you for walking away. I'd touch myself at thoughts of flames. I shat the bed. I 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 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 your crimson hands.
You took me hostage and made your demands... I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one... one by one. I'm like a broken record. I've got a needle scratching me. It injects the poisons 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 your 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, 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 your crimson hands. You took me hostage and made your demands... I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one... one by one..."
This Could Be Love
"I've got a book of matches. I've got a can of kerosene. I've got some bad ideas involving you and me. I don't blame you for walking away. I'd touch myself at thoughts of flames. I shat the bed. I 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 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 your crimson hands.
You took me hostage and made your demands... I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one... one by one. I'm like a broken record. I've got a needle scratching me. It injects the poisons 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 your 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, 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 your crimson hands. You took me hostage and made your demands... I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers one by one... one by one..."