[Verse 1] Saral and I, fifteen Schoolbag on my shoulder He keeps one tattoo Like a secret under skin Fine brown hair, close-shaved Like Saral likes it cut I can't tell who copied who And I don't ask, I don't push [Pre-Chorus] Then Siors walks in Sixteen and all angle Pale face, hard stare Cheekbones like a warning Cleft chin, soldier lines He don't have to speak loud I feel the room go small When he turns around [Chorus] I don't get on Siors' bad side No, I don't get on Siors' bad side Those eyes go cold And I step back I don't get on Siors' bad side I don't get on Siors' bad side Too many marks On his skin like that [Verse 2] One day he pulled it off His shirt hit the floor And he named each tattoo Like a story in a storm A bloody knife on his arm A severed head on his chest Ink all over his upper body Like he couldn't keep the rest [Pre-Chorus] He talked so calm While I went pale Every line on him Felt like a threat I heard my own heart Tap on my ribs And I held my breath Till he smiled again [Chorus] I don't get on Siors' bad side No, I don't get on Siors' bad side Those eyes go cold And I step back I don't get on Siors' bad side I don't get on Siors' bad side Too many marks On his skin like that [Bridge] Saral says, "It's style" But I saw the steel In the way he stood there In the way he made me feel Maybe I was shaking Maybe I was smart Some boys look like trouble From the very start [Final Chorus] I don't get on Siors' bad side No, I don't get on Siors' bad side Those eyes go cold And I step back I don't get on Siors' bad side I don't get on Siors' bad side Too many marks On his skin like that [Outro] Fifteen years old And I'm learning fast Some faces say it all And some things don't last
