Paroles:
Bad Books

have to ask If I had it you wouldn?t have to ask Later on when you bargain with your mirror and you ask is it really that bad If it wasn?t you wouldn

We slept for close to seven hours All the way to your dad's basket case. I didn't catch the final score So I prayed that we'd sink a few more. And I didn

I caught you caroling and giving grief Thought you were cannonballing after me Now that your actions speak for themselves And wished you well But you

everything, that's everywhere Is lost (Yeah, Everything, that's everywhere is...) Now, I can see In the end, we unfortunately Have to end either way That we put it either way The book

We passed 800 miles talking circles about living with loss You said your sense of humor?s always helped you get above & across Every hurdle, every chasm

Styrofoam cup of mud in my good hand, Disembodied voice of God in the trash can Eyes in the ashes, feeling for the future Sleeping through the steak-out

But I know how he makes me feel And I don't need any other proof They just don't understand They don't know the truth Momma says he's bad for me Poppa

bag, Just throw it in the bag, I just throw it in the bag, I don't know how much it cost but I know this b-tch is bad, Walking to that register like I

and piercings They say that, it's too bad He won't amount to anything They judge, by the way he looks (Woah) The cover's not quite like the book He'