...
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...
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