I've got a book of matchesI've got a can of keroseneI've got some bad ideasInvolving you and me
I don't blame you for walking awayI touched myself, had thoughts of flamesI shat the bed, I laid there in itThinking of you, wide awake for days
And I found you tongue-tiedIn my twisted little brainYou couldn't crack a smileI didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking awayI'd do the same if I saw meI swear it's not contagiousIn four short steps we can erase this
Step one, slit my throatStep two, play in my bloodStep three, cover me in dirty sheetsAnd run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop off at Edgebrook CreekAnd rinse your crimson handsYou took me hostage and made your demandsI couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
I'm like a broken recordI've got a needle scratching meIt injects the poisonsOf alcohol IV
I don't blame you for walking awayI'd do the same if I saw meI swear it's not contagiousSwear to God it's not contagious
Step one, slit my throatStep two, play in my bloodStep three, cover me in dirty sheetsAnd run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop at Lake MichiganAnd rinse your crimson handsYou took me hostage and made your demandsI couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
This could be loveLove for fireThis could be loveLove for fireThis could be loveFor fire, forever more
Step one, slit my throatStep two, play in my bloodStep three, cover me in dirty sheetsAnd run laughing out of the house
Step four stop off at Berkeley MarinaAnd rinse your crimson handsYou took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
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