Verse

You hit me up at midnight, said you “only wanna talk,”
But you’re standing at my doorway wearing nothing but the shock.
You always pull me under just to ask if I can swim,
And I keep saying “never again,” then let you back in.

You leave your earrings in my bed like little warning signs,
Then blame me when you find them and pretend that you’re surprised.
We dance around the truth like it’s a fire we can’t outrun,
But you’re the flicker in the dark I never should’ve trusted once.

Pre-Chorus

We don’t need a reason, we don’t need a rule,
You break me like a habit, and I follow like a fool.

Chorus

You’re bad for me, but you feel like home,
Like déjà vu wrapped around my bones.
Every time you call, I lose control,
Guess I like the parts of you that swallow me whole.

You’re bad for me, but it’s not a crime,
You ruin me soft and do it on time.
I know I should leave, but honestly,
You’re bad for me… and I’m bad at being free.

Verse 2

You say you want commitment, then you vanish for a week,
Then show up drunk at 2 a.m. and kiss me on the cheek.
You always say you’re changing, then you change the way you lie,
You tell me that you “need some space,” then take up all of mine.

You leave your cigarette smell hanging heavy in my clothes,
You make a mess of boundaries like it’s just another joke.
I try to cut you out, but you come back like a refrain,
A song I shouldn’t love, but I still sing it anyway.

Pre-Chorus

We don’t need a promise, we just need the spark,
You light me up too easily, then leave me in the dark.

Chorus 2

You’re bad for me, but you feel like home,
Like déjà vu wrapped around my bones.
Every time you call, I lose control,
Guess I like the parts of you that swallow me whole.

You’re bad for me, but it’s not a crime,
You ruin me soft and do it on time.
I know I should leave, but honestly,
You’re bad for me… and I’m bad at being free.

Bridge

I swear I’m quitting you,
(Gang shouts: Sure you are!)
I’ll block your number too,
(Gang shouts: Till you’re bored!)
I’ll never let you in again,
(Gang shouts: Heard that before!)
…Alright, fine, I’ll unlock the door.

Breakdown Chorus

You’re bad for me, but you feel like truth,
A beautiful problem dressed in you.
Try to cut you out like you’re a disease,
But you’re the one ache I kinda need.

Final Chorus

You’re bad for me, but you feel like home,
Like déjà vu wrapped around my bones.
Every time you call, I lose control,
Guess I like the parts of you that swallow me whole.

You’re bad for me, but it’s not a crime,
You ruin me soft and do it on time.
I know I should leave, but honestly,
You’re bad for me…
(Gang: Bad for me!)
You’re bad for me…
(Gang: Bad for me!)
And I’m bad at being free.

Bad For Me

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Bad For Me

Vale Productions