Killer

Sometimes I think I'm a killer

Scared you in your house

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

Faking sleep to count your breath

Can the killer in me

Tame the fire in you?

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

When my mind is barely there

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 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