This Could Be Love [3:46] lyrics

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