You’re way too good at being bad
And you’re terrible at making good
You look for trouble and but it finds you first
But it’s not like you mind or should
You laugh at the law holding a glare
It looks back but not in the eyes
Where it stands you stand taller
Falling asleep to a siren’s cires
You’re a trouble maker, you are
As bad as they come or get
I want to be as bad as you, but they
Haven’t locked us up together yet
