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