Intro Yeah… he’s staring again… Verse 1 Got that look like he’s planning my eulogy, But he’s holding a juice box, not a knife, see? Says "I love you" with the same face he’d use, To hide a body in his Sunday shoes. Eyes so cold they chill my ramen, Smile so sweet it should be framed in A crime scene outline, chalk on the floor, He’s just practicing… probably… I’m not sure. Chorus It’s the murderer’s glance! dun dun Cute but I’m scared, should I run? He’s watering plants and my will to live, Petting the cat like "you first, forgive". It’s the murderer’s glance! dun dun Says he’s "just tired" – yeah, from burying none? Offers me cookies, poison free... I think, I’ll take one... and never blink. Verse 2 He folds his laundry color-coded, Looks at me like I just got noted. In his little black book of "friends", Right between "loose ends" and "weekend plans". Whistles Mozart while he’s chopping… Carrots. Just carrots. My heart’s stopping. Says "trust me" with that shark-eye stare, I trust him… like I trust a haunted chair. Chorus It’s the murderer’s glance! dun dun Cute but I’m scared, should I run? He’s naming his knives after flowers, "Hey Daisy, meet my ex for hours". It’s the murderer’s glance! dun dun Says "I’m a softie" while he’s cleaning a gun, For ducks. He hunts ducks. That’s legal, right? I’m sleeping with one eye open tonight. Bridge Spoken, deadpan over bass + guqin "Relax, it’s just my resting kill face. Therapist says I’m making great progress. Last week I only imagined it... twice." Drum rimshot Outro So if I go missing, check his freezer, But also check his Yelp – he’s a people pleaser. That’s just his murderer’s glance... Don’t take it personal... Unless you should.
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