I took the long way home
and I’m not sure why;
I guess I don’t know how to deal
with all the things on my mind,
Like how my coffee is black
and that’s how you like yours,
how the sweetness of your voice
hits my ear and dissolves
but you’re a bad idea and I know it.
You’re a bad idea and I know it.
well, I will do it anyway;
my heart won’t listen to my brain.
You’re a bad idea and I know
I want to be a little reckless with you,
pick a penny up on the unlucky side,
trace a curse word into the back of a car
that hasn’t been washed in a while
and there’s worn off paint where the rust shows through
The same things I see in me and you
like how the concrete sprouts blades of grass
and I’ll still smile when you fill our tank up
but you’re a bad idea and I know it.
You’re a bad idea and I know it.
well, I will do it anyway;
my heart won’t listen to my brain.
You’re a bad idea and I know it.
You know the best ways to disappear
and you do what you do because you feel like it.
You’re unpredictable
but there’s something about you I want to know.
I want to know.
but you’re a bad idea and I know it.
You’re a bad idea and I know.
You’re a bad idea and I know it
and you do what you do because you feel like it.