Testo: Alkaline Trio. This Could Be Love.

I've got a book of mathes
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'd do the same if i saw me
i shat the bed and laid there in it
thinking of you wide awake for days

and i found you tounge 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 those crimson hands
you took me hostage and made your demands
i couldn't meet them so you cut of my fingers
one by one