So Bad

Sleeping on couches, borrowing phones
You're a pretty girl, but you're still alone
You draw 'em in with that coy little smile
But they catch on, after a while
You treat the ones you love so bad
You moved to the city when you turned nineteen
Got a belly button ring and movie star jeans
He took you in when you crashed to the ground
He kicked you out when he caught you fooling
Around
You treat the ones you love so bad
Why do you still run?
What have you become?
Two more weeks 'til the money runs out
And money is the one thing you can't live without
You took his wallet when he made you go
Then you took a Greyhound and headed home
You treat the ones you love so bad
Why do you still run?
What have you become?

Their little girl's a little worse for wear
They've been up all night, but you don't care
Can I borrow the car, can I have some cash
Don't you worry Mom, I'll pay it back
You treat the ones you love so bad
You treat the ones you love so bad
You treat the ones you love so bad



Credits
Writer(s): Pete Muller (bmi)
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