[INTRO — 8 bars] [Male bari-tenor, low and intimate. Almost spoken. Dry, amused edge.] I saw you standing in the doorway Like trouble dressed in blue Should've kept on walking But I stopped to look at you You didn't say a word You didn't have to say a thing Some mistakes come with a warning Some just make you wanna see [VERSE 1 — 16 bars] [Loose rhythmic delivery, slightly behind the beat.] I know the rules. I know the game. I know exactly what we're calling this tonight. I know the look. I know the lie. I know the difference between wrong and justified. But here I am. Another step. Telling myself I've still got some control. You say, "Come on." I say, "Don't." And neither one of us believes it anymore. I should be somewhere else tonight With my keys and both feet out But every sensible thought I had Gets quieter when you get close [CHORUS — 8 bars] [Dirty, melodic release. Swaggering rather than shouted.] Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Every warning light is burning And I still wanna get near. Bad idea. Yeah, I know what this could be. Knowing better never stopped me From wanting what I shouldn't need. [VERSE 2 — 16 bars] [More rhythmic bite. Let the bass and guitar push against the vocal.] There's a voice inside my head Keeping score of every scar Says, "You've seen this road before. You know exactly where you are." Maybe I like the danger. Maybe I like the fall. Maybe I just like finding out How far I can go before I lose it all. You don't promise me forever. I don't ask you for the truth. We don't have to name the fire To know exactly what it'll do. Your hand finds mine. Mine doesn't move. That's the whole confession. That's the truth. [STUTTERED BREAK — 8 bars] [Near-spoken. Tight, percussive. Leave huge gaps.] Don't. [Beat.] Don't look at me like that. [Beat.] You know. I know. We both know. This is a bad— [Band hit.] —idea. [Silence.] Yeah. Come here. [HAUNTED GROOVE — 8 bars] [Warm, restrained, smoky. Almost tender.] Maybe tomorrow I'll regret this. Maybe tomorrow I'll lie. Maybe I'll wake up with the answer I've been dodging all night. But right now the room is breathing. Everything outside can wait. There's a certain kind of freedom In choosing your own mistake. [POWER SURGE — 8 bars] [Intensity rises. Gritty chest voice.] I know the cost. I know the score. I know exactly what I'm walking toward. I know the door. I know the way. I know I could leave. I just don't wanna leave today. [FINAL HOOK — 16 bars] [Full band. Biggest melodic statement. Confident, dirty, controlled.] Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Every warning light is burning And I still wanna get near. Bad idea. Yeah, I know what this could be. Knowing better never stopped me From wanting what I shouldn't need. Bad idea. Call it foolish. Call it fate. Call it every stupid choice I've ever made. Bad idea. There I go again. I know exactly how this ends. [Beat.] And I'm walking in. [FINAL HOOK — 8 bars] [Band punches between phrases. Vocal becomes almost amused.] Bad idea. [Band hit.] Bad idea. [Band hit.] I know. [Band hit.] I know. [Band hit.] I know. [Everything drops.] That's why I came. [OUTRO — 8 bars] [Almost whispered. Acoustic and tremolo guitar only.] I saw you standing in the doorway Like trouble I could read. [Pause.] Should've turned around. [Softly.] Didn't.
