snakepiss

I got a book of matches
I got a can of kerosene
I got some bad ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touched myself on top of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it thinking of you wide awake

step 1:slit my throat
step 2:play in my blood
step 3:cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
step 4:stop at lake Michigan to rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage with your age old demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
one by one

8 days folks