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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
Wide awake for days
And I found you tongue tied
In my twisted little brain
You couldn't crack a smile
I barely caught 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 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 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 your crimson hands
You took me hostage you made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one
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 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
One by one
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