i think she likes the bad boys
but i'm just a girl not grunge enough
for you and your leather
i've got paper in my pockets instead
of the cigarettes you're craving
i want to rip it out from your mouth
just quit ******* smoking throw the bottles
away tell me your secrets instead
god i know you'll laugh at me for
writing about you but you're such a flame
light one up for me too
i'll let it burn out as i listen to you
tell me if i am mirror to you too
tell me how i can hate everything about me
and love it all when it's you