She said she's bad, I said that that's my type though
She called me crazy so I said that I could like her
Could be a mistake but baby you could be my type, oh
She tried to turn the lights off, her body is a candle
Cheeks are wavy, my baby like a tidal
She's so crazy, my baby like a cyclone
Don't know how to take it when she's switchin' up the tempo
Yeah she's gettin' in my mental but I only like what's bad for me
So I
Fuck myself up again
Always going for the ones that end with you
Thought that I might want you
And then I go for all the wrong types
And I stay for all the long nights
I'd be lying if I thought that I could change it all
So baby lovin' me is your funeral
Said there's a space that I saved, I left it for ya
Fuck you, the curtains got me runnin' through the foyer
Thought you could see it, I'm not what you're lookin' for
'Cause we're bad for each other, but I kinda wanna call ya
Laces tied, so how am I still fallin'?
Said you can tell me that I never gave a warning
Man, if that's the price to pay, then babe, I can't afford ya
Guess I'll have to forget my bitch from California
Fuck myself up again
Always going for the ones that end with you
Thought that I might want you
And then I go for all the wrong types
And I stay for all the long nights
I'd be lying if I thought that I could change it all
So baby lovin' me is your funeral
I don't know, good for you, oh, I know
Thinking in a small dose too much
If you're too close, would you say that I wouldn't know? Baby
That's so juvenile
'Cause this is the usual
If you really think I'm unsuitable
Then that's your funeral
Fuck myself up again
Always going for the ones that end with you
Thought that I might want you
And then I go for all the wrong types
And I stay for all the long nights
I'd be lying if I thought that I could change it all
So baby lovin' me is your funeral
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