Guess I`m doingsomething wrong
never feel right in these shoes
a pocket full of matches and a head full of flames
got to warn you that I`m bad news
she tugs me in and then she screams
one day you will have to choose
either take care of me or take care of you
and don`t pretend you`re not bad news
come on now I`ll take you home
you don`t have a thing to lose
but stick around long enough and you`ll find out
I am nothing but bad news
you can never change where you`re from
no matter who I will accuse
gonna get on with a better life
and one day I won`t be bad news
it`s the same
every day when I wake up
it`s the same
in the way that you
gave me up
in the middle of a swan dive
and I was soaring down
perfect and slow