This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bright ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touch myself at 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 barely caught 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
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 you made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one
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
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
One by one
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bright ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking away
I touch myself at 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 barely caught 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
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 you made your demands
I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers
One by one
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
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
One by one
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The real line is "I touch myself at thoughts of flames" I believe this is referring to the homicidal triad. Many serial killers are sexually aroused by fire and it has been common for them to start fires and "touch themselves" while watching it. I think Matt Skiba knows about this and the song is probably about some serial killer. But then again, it could entirely be a metaphor for something else.
Woo, new Alkaline Trio song from the new album.. 'Good Mourning'. Should be good, I think. Some of the lyrics are pretty wrong... but you tried your best, heh heh.
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 touch myself it's awful flames I shat the bad and lay there in it Thinking of you, wide awake for days Wide awake for days
I found you tongue tied My twisted little brain You couldn't crack the 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 Four short steps we can erase this...
Step one Slit my throat Step two Drink my blood Step three Cover me in dirty sheets And I'm laughing out of the house Step four Stop by lake Michigan, rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet 'em so you cut of my fingers One by one One by one
And like a broken record I got a needle scratching me It injects the poison Of alcohol I need 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 Drink my blood Step three Cover me in dirty sheets And I'm laughing out of the house Step four Stop by lake Michigan, rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet ' em so you cut of my fingers
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, for ever now
Step one Slit my throat Step two Drink my blood Step three Cover me in dirty sheets And I'm laughing out of the house Step four Stop by lake Michigan, rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet ' em so you cut of my fingers One by one One by one
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All i have to say is i have the full cd. muhahha
The whole album is sick...but they changed this song a bit. The first location is something creek i think, the second is lake michagan and the third is Berkley marina. Since matt lived in chicago and southern california the third one is probably another place he lived or lake michagan is for dan who still lives in chicago and the first is for derek.
injects the poison of alcohol IV...
someone needs to get the rest of Good Mourning's lyrics up. this album is so awesome. another great one by alk3.
its Edgebure creek
It definetly is not. The song talks about three different water sources by the places that they lived. Edgebrook Creek is a small creek on the side of the elementary school Edgebrook. I live there. I would know.
its Edgebure creek