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