Bad Taste

verse 1
you walk in late, and I lose my mind, same stupid smile same stupid lies, my friends all tell me, "girl, let him go" but they don't see the side I know. you wear that jacket like a movie scene, your everything bad that's looks good to me. I know your secrets, I know your games, but Everytime you call, I forget your names on the list of boys I swore I'd never chase, guess I'll just be the girl with bad taste

red flags hanging like decorations,you and I are a bad situation, I should run, but I wanna stay, guess I like it the hard way.

I've got bad taste, bad taste, I feel in love with a pretty mistake , kiss my heart, then you leave it in flames, and somehow I still wanna say your name. oh, I know better, but I do it anyways. pick the wrong boy on a Saturday. my friends say, "baby, your learn someday" but I'm addicted to my bad taste.

you leave me on read, then you call at night, say three little words and I'm back in your life. you know exactly what to say to me, like you wrote the script to my misery. and maybe someday I'll laugh about you, the boy with the eyes and the half truths, but tonight your a song I can't erase, another pretty disaster with a familiar face.

red flags hanging like decorations, you and I are bad situations. I should run, but I wanna stay, I guess I like it the hard way.

iv got bad taste, bad taste, fell in love with a pretty mistake. kiss my heart. then you leave it in flames, and somehow I still wanna say your name. oh, I know better, but I do it anyways, pick the wrong boy on a Saturday. my friends say, "baby, your learn someday":but I'm addicted to my bad taste

maybe it's not you,maybe it's me, maybe I love what your never be I keep falling for the same old lies, with a different boy and the same brown eyes. one day I'll want what I deserve, someone who stays, someone who's sure. but untill then, let the record play, I'm still making mistakes in the home of fate.

I've got bad taste... heart break dressed up like a first place race. you can break my heart, but you can't take away the girl I'll be when I walk away. oh, I'll know better, maybe not today, but I'll stop choosing boys who make me feel this way, my friends say , "baby, your learn someday" --- maybe growing up means changing my taste. but tonight, tonight....viv got bad taste.