[Intro] Upstairs screaming through the paper walls Bass from next door, late night calls [Verse 1] You rock up drunk at a quarter to three Shouting my name from the taxi seat Car door slam like a starting gun Here we fucking go, round thirty one Keys on the floor, boots in the sink You hug too hard and you smell like drink You say "I missed you, swear I am clean" But your eyes still twitch like a slot machine [Pre-Chorus] I know this scene like a ripped old script Every soft word has a hard backflip My head says "leave", my hands stay put Heart on the gas, brain on the foot [Chorus] You are bad news, boy, bad news, boy Crash in my flat like a fucked up joy Every red flag waving, I still let you in Like a fire alarm I keep resetting You are bad news, boy, bad news, boy Tear up my peace like a broken toy I should lock that door, throw away the key But you knock once and it is done with me [Verse 2] Ash in the mug that I made your tea You say you hate you more than I can be You cry real tears, mascara black Say "I will change", then you fade to black My mates all text "babes, he is done" Block his number, fucking run But I am sat there on the bathroom floor Tracing your name in the cracked tile grout [Pre-Chorus] I know this trick like a party track Slow verse, soft eyes, then the drop hits back My head screams "go", my chest says "stay" Same sick chorus, different day [Chorus] You are bad news, boy, bad news, boy Crash in my flat like a fucked up joy Every red flag waving, I still let you in Like a fire alarm I keep resetting You are bad news, boy, bad news, boy Tear up my peace like a broken toy I should lock that door, throw away the key But you knock once and it is done with me [Bridge / Breakdown] (spoken, over toms and dirty guitars) You punch walls, not people, like that is a prize. You say you are "trying", but never my size. You call me your angel, your chaos, your home, then vanish three days, leave me glued to my phone. I am not your rehab, I am not your priest. I am a girl with a small flat and no fucking sleep. (snarled, half-sung) And still when you cry, I cave in fast, Wrap my arms round your car crash past. [Chorus] You are bad news, boy, bad news, boy Crash in my flat like a fucked up joy Every red flag waving, I still let you in Like a fire alarm I keep resetting You are bad news, boy, bad news, boy Tear up my peace like a broken toy I should lock that door, throw away the key But you knock once and it is done with me [Outro] Streetlights flicker on the empty road You sleep it off while my chest explodes I lie there wired with the curtains drawn Hating this love and needing it on Bad news, boy, breathing in my bed Kick drum heartbeat in my head
