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 had 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 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 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 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 - 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 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