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 touch myself at thoughts of flames
i shat the bead and layed there in it thinking of you, wide awake for days -wide awake for days and i found you tongue tied my twisted little brain
you couldn't crack a smile ,i didn't catch your name
i don't blame you for walking away
id do the same if i saw Me ,i swear its not contagious 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 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
one by one
I'm like a broken record ,
I've got a needle scratching me
it injects the poison of alcohol IV
i don't blame you for walking away
id do the same if i saw me
i swear its not contagious
i swear to god its 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 Berkley 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
this could be love(love for fire)
this could be love(love for fire)
this could be love for fire, for ever more
Alkaline Trio- this could be love
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