Bad Idea Right? sing and play along

Have n't heard from you in a cou ple of months,

but I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up.

And you're call ing my phone,

you're all a lone, and I'm sens ing some un der tone.

And I'm right here with all my friends,

but you're send ing me your new ad dress.

And I know we're done, I know we're through,

but God, when I look at you,

my brain goes, "Ah."

Can't hear my thoughts.

(I can not hear my thoughts.)

Like, blah, blah, blah.

(Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.)

Should prob 'bly, I should prob 'bly,

prob 'bly not.

I should prob 'bly, prob 'bly not.

See ing you to night,

it's a bad i dea, right?

See ing you to night,

it's a bad i dea, right?

See ing you to night,

it's a bad i dea, right?

See ing you to night...

Fuck it, it's fine.

Yes, I know that he's my ex,

but can't two peo ple re con nect?

"I on ly see him as a friend."

The big gest lie I ev er said.

Oh yes, I know that he's my ex,

but can't two peo ple re con nect?

I on ly see him as a friend.

I just tripped and fell in to his bed.

Now, I'm get ting in the car,

wreck ing all my plans.

I know I should stop...

but I can't.

And I told my friends I was a sleep,

but I nev er said where or in whose sheets.

And I pull up to your place on the sec ond floor and you're stand ing,

smil ing, at the door.

And I'm sure I've seen much hot ter men,

but I real ly can't re mem ber when.

My brain goes, tripped and fell in to his bed.

Oh yes, I know that he's my ex.

Can't two peo ple re con nect?

The big gest lie I ev er said.

I just tripped and fell in to his bed.

tripped and fell in to his bed.

Thoughts. Blah.