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