Killing Kind

G Em Momma chase these monsters Am D G From underneath my bed Em D She smiled and said there there G Em It's only a pile of photos Am D G I said that's exactly what I meant Em D They breathe celestial nightmares Am D G Stillborn memories in my mind Am D G I was hoping that you were the killing kind G Em So I took all your pictures Am D G And I burned them in my backyard Em D And I put the ashes in my wallet G Em Am And I show all of my old friends D G When they ask me what you look like Em D They say we make the perfect couple Am D G And I don't mind living a lie Am D G I was just a slut, not the killing kind Am D G Stillborn memories in my mind Am D G Were you hoping that I was the killing kind?