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

JAG HAR DEN!

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