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 touch myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
I found you tounge 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 contagious
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 of my fingers
One by one
I'm like a broken record,
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poisions
An 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
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 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 of 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 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 of my fingers
One by one
One bye one
For the record, all credit goes to Alkaline Trio! I didn't write any of this :)