This was just a jokenAnd I don’t love you at allnBut wont you take off all your clothesnAnd put them neatly in a pilennIn the corner of the roomnI'll order Thai and figure nEverything will be finenFor nownnYou can do your bestnOr even you can do your worstnAnd you can sing the songs you likenI would savor every versenI try to be ironicnWhile letting you knownHow I feel about being with younnWell you’re badnYou’re bad newsnYeah you’re badnYou’re bad newsnOh nonnYou’ll hate menYou’re crazynYou cant live with menFor all timenCause its too fucking earlynFor you to be in songs I writennSome cheesey broken heartnThat needs a doctor or a nursenI’ll buy you cigarettes nIf you just let me get to firstnnIf you like this songnI wrote it for younBut if not its just me being lamenIn the frame of my brainnI mean mind?nnIts hard to get to see you nWith a schedule so hecticnYou're fit and I cant stopnThinking about getting to secondnnIn a turtleshirt or otherwisenYou’re looking finenWhatever you choosenSo do it’s cool binds that drove me to younnWell you’re badnYou’re bad newsnYeah you’re badnYou’re bad newsnOh nonnYou’ll hate menYou’re crazynYou cant live with menFor all timenbut its too fuckin earlynYou know its too fucking earlynIts fucking earlynFor you to be in songs I write