Sometimes I think I'm a k**er
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 d**h
Plus I'm pretty sure I'd miss you
Faking sleep to count your breath
Can the k**er in me
Tame the fire in you?
Is there nothing left to do for us?
I am sick of the chase
But im 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 k**er 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