Killing Kind

Mama, chase these monsters

From underneath my bed

She smiled and said, "Now there, there"

It's only a pile of photos

I said, "That's exactly what I meant"

They breed celestial nightmares

Stillborn memories in my mind

I was hopin' that you were the killing kind

So I took all your pictures

And I burned them in my backyard

And I put the ashes in my wallet

And I show all of my old friends

When they ask me what you look like

They say we make the perfect couple

And I don't mind living a lie

I was just a slut, not the killing kind

Stillborn memories in my mind

Were you hopin' that I was the killing kind?