youâre my flower, let me pull at your petals
youâre waiting to be showered in precious metals
we collaborate to irritate
ostensibly sealing each otherâs fate
youâre so bad
your love for me is only there to make me sad
iâm no good
turning a blind eye when no other would
i think i love you but i love more to hurt you
screams of passion easily misconstrued
we have what it takes to communicate
somehow we only manage to infuriate
youâre so bad
your love for me is only there to make me sad
iâm no good
turning a blind eye when no other would
todayâs a day to box bad thoughts away
allow forgotten needs to penetrate
todayâs a day to make a little space
say what we feel before itâs too late
youâre so bad, youâre so bad, youâre so bad
itâs so sad, itâs so sad, itâs so sad
iâm no, iâm no good
turning a blind eye when no other would