Bad For Me

[Verse 1]
You show up in my phone at 3
Same two words
Just “come”
I fold like a plastic seat
Always saving you a place you don’t earn
You’re perfume in a borrowed shirt
On the floor beside my bed
You’re the song that makes me hurt
But I’m humming every line in my head
[Chorus]
You’re bad for me
But I keep coming back like I need it
Like I bleed it
Every time you touch me
I just lose my meaning
You’re bad for me
And I hate how good it feels
Yeah
I know the way this ends
But I still let you in
You’re bad for me
[Verse 2]
You pour wine in a coffee mug
Say you’re “trying to behave”
You laugh
Then you pull me close
Drag me deeper in the mess that you made
You’re a storm in a quiet town
All my walls start shaking
Every time that you come around
I forget what I swore I was breaking
[Chorus]
You’re bad for me
But I keep coming back like I need it
Like I bleed it
Every time you touch me
I just lose my meaning
You’re bad for me
And I hate how good it feels
Yeah
I know the way this ends
But I still let you in
You’re bad for me
[Bridge]
Maybe I’m the one who likes the ruin (oh)
Tracing every crack until it’s open
Saying I’m done as I fall again
As I fall again
[Chorus]
You’re bad for me
But I keep coming back like I need it
Like I bleed it
Every time you touch me
I just lose my meaning
You’re bad for me
And I hate how good it feels
Yeah
I know the way this ends
But I still let you in
You’re bad for me

folk, Moody alternative pop meets indie folk textures: male vocals with tasteful autotune riding a deep, boosted bass and sparse cinematic drums. Verses sit on muted picked guitar and distant pads; chorus drops harder with sub-heavy low end, layered harmonies, and airy synth swells. Clean lead vocal up front, intimate in the verses then opening wide in the hook, with subtle glitchy ear-candy on transitions and a final low-key outro., clean, alternative pop, indie folk