Professional Killer

Duration

4:06

Genres

Singer/Songwriter

Lyrics

You’re not a rookie anymore Cutting bigger lines than you did before You think it makes you better A hypothetical ‘go getter’ I’ve been there before It’s the best kind of war Nobody really loses Hundred dollar bills and south beach cruises I’m the bull and you’re the matador It’s tricky kind of metaphor For the way that we have been A bloody mess we think is clean You can tell me anything If you’re wearing that wedding ring Getting fucked don’t mean nothing As long as you don’t love him We’re a mismatch made in heaven Perfectly Designed, to ruin each other’s lives We’re a bad idea gone wild I’m a professional Killer, cause when she’s gone I don’t even miss her How do we do this? *Harmonica* I know I smile when you look at me I’m trying hard not to cry you see The only time i ever felt worse Was when I got caught stealing from my mother’s purse Why do we stay together Were as much fun as Vancouver weather You talk about yourself and I think about somebody else We’re a mismatch made in heaven Perfectly Designed, to ruin each other’s lives We’re a bad idea gone wild I’m a professional Killer, cause she’s6 gone I don’t even miss her How do we do this? *Harmonica* We don’t smoke, but we can make this cigarette disappear Deep into our lungs and back into the air