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