This Could Be Love

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 touched myself at thoughts of flames

I shat the bed, I 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 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 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 poisons

Of alcohol IV

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 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

This could be love

(Love for fire)

This could be love

(Love for fire)

This could be love

For fire, forever 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 Berkeley 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

One by one