Bad at Simple

Verse 1

Met a girl who liked deep conversations

Said my brain was her favorite thing

We’d talk all night about life and faith

And every complicated thing

She said most guys never listen

Said I wasn’t like the rest

Then one week she’s all excitement

Next week leaving texts unread

She’d say she loved how real I was

How I actually gave a damn

Then disappear for three whole days

Guess reality wasn’t the plan

Pre-Chorus

Every time I thought I understood

The story flipped again

Chorus

I guess I’m bad at simple love

Bad at playing cool enough

Too honest when the lights come on

Too stubborn when the feeling’s gone

Some want passion, some want games

Some want mystery and flames

I keep showing up as me

Turns out that’s the wrong strategy

Silly little love, bad at simple

Silly little love, bad at simple

Silly little love, bad at simple

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Verse 2

Then there was one who seemed more steady

Calm voice and a quiet smile

Talking about something lasting

Not just chaos for a while

We tried dinners, tried slow walks

Talked about dreams and growing old

But somewhere in the quiet middle

The whole thing slowly lost its hold

No big fight, no dramatic end

No slammed doors or broken pride

Just two people seeing clearly

The spark never came alive

Pre-Chorus

Sometimes nothing goes wrong at all

And it still falls apart

Chorus

I guess I’m bad at simple love

Bad at playing cool enough

Too honest when the lights come on

Too stubborn when the feeling’s gone

Some want passion, some want games

Some want mystery and flames

I keep showing up as me

Turns out that’s the wrong strategy

Silly little love, bad at simple

Silly little love, bad at simple

Silly little love, bad at simple

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Bridge

And there’s a friend I used to trust

Late night talks and reckless laughs

One day everything felt solid

Next day something in it cracked

Now we talk like nothing happened

Like the past just disappeared

Funny how the closest people

End up feeling kind of weird

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Final Chorus

Still I’m out here rolling chances

Learning love in small advances

Every spark and every scar

Leaves another line on this guitar

Maybe someday it’ll be clear

Maybe someone’s actually here

Till then I’ll keep moving through

Every almost that felt true.

Now I’m running and I can’t stop,

The heartbeat highway is closed

Silly little love, Bad at simple

Silly little love, Bad at simple

Silly little love, Bad at simple

Silly little love, bad at simple

Silly little love, bad at simple