he's turning me bad
as lying becomes habit
and drinking, routine
and smoking, an outlet

he's turning me bad
as I sneak out the house
to meet up and makeout
with no one around

he's turning me bad
so bad I can't recall
innocent days of my youth
skipping all down the hall

he's turning me bad
when I skip my last class
to drive to his house
my location turned off

he's turning me bad
with those light eyes I saw
this new me, I like it
maybe I've been bad, after all