BAD NEWS Lyrics
- Genre:Pop
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
So how did you think that would make me feel?
Crushing my dreams with your perplexed kneel
And every time I think I find something good it leaves
And if I didn't know any better I would call them all thieves
But I know better
Yeah, I know better
So when you called me on a Sunday afternoon
It's never, "How are you?"
Or, "How are things?"
You tell me what to do
And I get so sick of your bitchin'
So I'll just call out sick if you dismiss them
Like you dismiss him
I just wanna be good for you
Like I'm never on the fence with you
Tell me everything you wanna do
And it's done
I just wish I had more ups with you
'Cause every time you come around its bad news
And every time you leave us now
You leave clues
Bad news
Bad, bad news