Killer

Sometimes I think I'm a killer

I scared you in your house

I even scared myself by talking

About Dahmer on your couch

But I can't sleep next to a body

Even harmless in death

Plus, I'm pretty sure I'd miss you

And faking sleep to count your breath

Can the killer in me tame the fire in you?

Oh, is there nothing left to do for us?

I am sick of the chase but I'm hungry for blood

And there's nothing I can do

But when I'm sick and tired

And when my mind is barely there

When a machine keeps me alive

And I'm losing all my hair

I hope you kiss my rotten head

And pull the plug

Know that I've burned every playlist

And I've given all my love

Can the killer in me tame the fire in you?

I know there's something waiting for us

I am sick of the chase but I'm stupid in love

And there's nothing I can do

And there's nothing I can do