Good GuyBad Luck — текст песни (Brodie)

I remember growing up, and I
Can`t forget throwing up
That Friday night
I drank everything in site, and

I remember sneaking out, and how
My mom was freaking out
When I got home
She had the police on the phone

Why do I always insist on
Making these dumb mistakes
I guess I`m just a good guy with bad:

I remember skipping class, and I
Can`t forget that car crash
I didn`t get far
I hit the principals new car, and

I remember her Dad`s place, and I
Can`t forget her Dad`s face
When he opened the door
And caught us on her bedroom floor

Why do I always insist on
Making these dumb mistakes
Maybe it`s just part of growing up

I`d like to think I`ll learn my lesson
How many times does it take
I guess I`m just a good guy with bad luck

I`m just a good guy with bad luck
I`m always screwing up
This time I`m really fucked
I`m just a good guy with bad luck