Ive got a book of matches Ive got a can of kerosene Ive 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 tounge tied My twisted little brain You couldnt crack a smile I didnt catch your name I don't blame you for walking away Id do the same if I saw me I swear it's 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 wrinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one One by one Im like a broken record Ive got a needle scratching me It injects the poison of alchohol iv I don't blame you for walking away Id 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 berkley marina and wrinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt 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
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 pittsburg peir and wrinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands I couldnt meet them so you cut off my fingers One by one One by one
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