This Could Be Love by Alkaline Trio Intro riff (played at parts trough out the song!) e|-----4-4-5-5-4-4-----4-5-4-------------------------| B|-2-2-------------2-2------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------| D|------------------------------------------------| A|------------------------------------------------| E|------------------------------------------------| 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 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 REPEAT 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 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 www.TAB6.com