You're bad for me

Hook

You're bad for me, like whiskey on my tongue,

Sweet enough to burn me, keep me coming back for one.

You're bad for me, I'm learning every time,

But love gets dangerous when it tastes like crime.

Verse 1

Midnight lipstick on my coffee mug,

Phone lights up, your name like a drug.

You say my name slow, like you mean it wrong,

I tell myself I'm steady, then sing along.

Velvet threats in a lullaby, soft and mean,

We trade our truths for the in-between.

I fold my heart where your shadow fits,

Count the hours, then forget the hits.

Hook

You're bad for me, like whiskey on my tongue,

Sweet enough to burn me, keep me coming back for one.

You're bad for me, I'm learning every time,

But love gets dangerous when it tastes like crime.

Verse 2

You come with stories stitched in smoke,

Promises like paper—old and broke.

We dance on rims of what we can't afford,

I patch my smile, you write the board.

Friends say "leave," I say "later" and stay,

You make a heaven out of a stray café.

My mirror keeps receipts of all the nights,

Of holding on just to feel the fight.

Hook

You're bad for me, like whiskey on my tongue,

Sweet enough to burn me, keep me coming back for one.

You're bad for me, I'm learning every time,

But love gets dangerous when it tastes like crime.

Verse 3

I learn your language—soft, then cold,

You trade your warmth like something you sold.

You pull me close, then let the silence grow,

I binge the quiet till I overflow.

There’s beauty in the mess you make of me,

A crooked halo where I used to be.

I write your verses on the inside of my wrist,

Read them when the happy parts desist.

Hook

You're bad for me, like whiskey on my tongue,

Sweet enough to burn me, keep me coming back for one.

You're bad for me, I'm learning every time,

But love gets dangerous when it tastes like crime.

Verse 4

Tonight I pack the coffee cup, the lighter, the lie,

Trace the shape of leaving on the window, say goodbye.

You call me angel, then you close the door—

I find the map of me I had before.

No fireworks, no grand theatrical end,

Just a quiet folding in on what I mend.

I keep the soundtrack—soft, bruised, and true,

Play it when the night says I'm missing you.

Hook (final)

You're bad for me, like whiskey on my tongue,

Sweet enough to burn me, keep me coming back for one.

You're bad for me, I'm learning every time,

But love gets dangerous when it tastes like crime.

Outro

Maybe someday I'll miss the burn, the taste,

But for now I'm stealing back my face.

You're bad for me—I'll say it like a prayer,

And leave the ghosts of you in the cold night air.

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro

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