We all like bad boys, don't we?


I've got freshmen orientation on in a few hours...

I don't really want to go

Especially not without you around, seeing me through the gates

I'd much rather be stuck here in time with you

You in my head as though in my life

I still speak to you every passing day

Breathing down your neck, running my fingers through your hair.

I know you can't see me, and you can't feel me, but it's okay

What I know is that down this road

When God finally let me return home and meet my little piece of heaven

I don't want to have the man sitting 'round my house to only be a ghost of you

I want you

To live in your heaven, and have you live in mine

We will together create our own space with all our favorite things

Where this time round

Happiness is deemed to last

We all like bad boys, don't we?


I've got freshmen orientation on in a few hours...

I don't really want to go

Especially not without you around, seeing me through the gates

I'd much rather be stuck here in time with you

You in my head as though in my life

I still speak to you every passing day

Breathing down your neck, running my fingers through your hair.

I know you can't see me, and you can't feel me, but it's okay

What I know is that down this road

When God finally let me return home and meet my little piece of heaven

I don't want to have the man sitting 'round my house to only be a ghost of you

I want you

To live in your heaven, and have you live in mine

We will together create our own space with all our favorite things

Where this time round

Happiness is deemed to last