I don’t like those good boys Fresh faced, bright eyes Chewing on their white lies I like the rough lips Rugged on his cheek bones Who would have known I don’t belong to anyone I held him captive In my skin My whiskey lips Held him in And exhaled his ghost Where’d you go? You’re somewhere in the body sleeping next to me But the left side of the bed is cold Who would have known I’d break the bad boy Boy, you should have known When you saw me drinking straight out of the bottle When I smoked all your cigarettes I’m nothing but bad news When we first met You asked for my name I said it was trouble It wasn’t a challenge It was a warning That you didn’t head And now look at us Broken and bent Shattered pieces on the bathroom floor But I’ll get better I’ll put myself back together I don’t think you’ll be so lucky Because I can see the look in your eyes You’re used to breaking Not getting broken And I can tell you won’t be getting over this soon