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