You walk in like you own the night Black shirt, trouble, cigarette light I got a drink and a reason to leave But you’re looking at me like you don’t believe My friends say, “Girl, not him again” I say, “Relax, we’re only friends” Then you lean in, say something low And there goes everything I know One more drink, one more lie One more “baby, just tonight” We both know how this goes But nobody’s going home We’re so bad, bad, bad at goodbye Say we’re done, then we’re back by five Your hands on my waist My head in the sky We get a little lost, get a little high Bad, bad, bad at goodbye You taste like trouble and summertime We don’t do love, we don’t do right But we do this every Friday night Round and round, we go Too fast, too slow Don’t stop, don’t know Why I can’t let go Round and round, we go Your lips, my smoke Too close, too close And nobody knows Three in the morning, we’re stealing the moon Your jacket’s on me, my perfume’s on you You say I’m chaos, I say you’re worse You laugh like it’s some kind of curse I got a habit of running away You got a talent for making me stay We kiss like strangers with nothing to lose Then wake up acting like nothing’s new One more touch, one more lie One more “this is the last time” We both know how this goes But nobody’s going home We’re so bad, bad, bad at goodbye Say we’re done, then we’re back by five Your hands on my waist My head in the sky We get a little lost, get a little high Bad, bad, bad at goodbye You taste like trouble and summertime We don’t do love, we don’t do right But we do this every Friday night You say, “Don’t fall for me” I say, “Who said I would?” You say, “You’re bad for me” I say, “Then why’s it feel so good?” And there’s your phone on silent And there’s my dress on the floor We’re really good at leaving Till we’re standing at the door Bad, bad, bad at goodbye Say we’re done, then we’re back by five Your hands on my waist My head in the sky We get a little lost, get a little high Bad, bad, bad at goodbye You taste like trouble and summertime We don’t do love, we don’t do right But we do this every Friday night Round and round, we go Too close, too close You know, I know We’re bad at goodbye.
