This Could Be Love

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C#m
I've got a book of matches
A          F#m
I've got a can of kerosene
C#m                       A        F#m
I've got some bad ideas involving you and me
C#m
I don't blame you for walking away
    A                F#m
I touched myself had thoughts of flames
 C#m
I shat the bed and laid there in it
 A              F#m             C#m (INTRO RIFF) A
Thinking of you wide awake for days
F#m
Wide awake for days

[Instrumental]
C#m - A - F#m

C#m                         A        F#m
And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
C#m
You couldn't crack a smile
A         F#m
I didn't catch your name
C#m
I don't blame you for walking away
    A             F#m
I'd do the same if I saw me
C#m
I swear it's not contagious
              A            B
In four short steps we can erase this
E
Step one -- slit my throat

     A                     B
Step two -- play in my blood
E                                              A                   B
Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
E                                              A                 B
Step four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
A                       B
You took me hostage and made your demands
A                            B                         C#m
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

(INTRO RIFF) C#m - A - F#m

[D PEAT]

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

C#m                  A          F#m
This could be love - love for fire

C#m                  A         F#m
This could be love - love for fire

C#m                  A         F#m
This could be love - love for fire

C#m                    A       B
This could be love for fire forevermore