When you kiss me I hope you taste blood
You're handling a Molotov
All I know how to do is destroy myself
But for you I'll learn how to destroy someone else too
With all the passion your beige-gray life lacks

With nitroglycerin and broken glass on the tiles, barefoot
A kiss to the nape of your neck, a chance
To grip your spine between my teeth
And strike flint until it all sparks apart, because
Lighting a match is a whisper and I am screaming

On the train in the shower into the warmth of your chest
Because all I know how to do is destroy
And truly I don't want to hurt you
But I don't know how
To leave something unscathed in my wake
So I'll try to make this house-fire good

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