This Could Be Love

And I found you tongue-tied, my twisted little brain

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
I don't blame you for walking away I touched myself at thoughts of flames
This could be love
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
You couldn't crack a smile I didn't catch your name
You took me hostage and made your demands
Step one, slit my throat step two, play in my blood

You took me hostage and made your demands
I swear it's not contagious in four short steps we can erase this
(Love for fire)
I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me
Step four, stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands

I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me
You took me hostage and made your demands
(Love for fire)

One by one
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
I'm like a broken record I've got a needle scratching me
Step four, stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house

I shat the bed and laid there in it thinking of you wide awake for days
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop off at Edge brook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
Wide awake for days
Step one, slit my throat step two, play in my blood
This could be love

This could be love for fire for ever more