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Alkaline Trio

This Could Be Love

 

This Could Be Love

(アルバム: Good Mourning - 2003)


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

I'm like a broken record
I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for walking away
I'd do the same if I saw me
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
Step three cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four stop at Lake Michigan 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

This could be love love for fire
This could be love love for fire
This could be love love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore

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 at Berkeley Marina 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
One by one

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