Prompt / Lyrics
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 ⸻ 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 ⸻ 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 ⸻ 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 Bad at simple Bad at simple Bad at simple
Tags
indie rock, pop
Duration
3:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/6/2026