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, i laid there in it
thinking of you 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 those crimson hands
you took me hostage and made your demands
i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers

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 those crimson hands
you took me hostage you 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 (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 those crimson hands
you took me hostage and made your demands
i couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
one by one