Bad Man

There you go
Talking to your bedroom door
On the floor, all alone
Yet you can’t quite reach the phone
Bet you swore once again
Feel that crawl beneath your skin
To the core
Catch a glimpse
Of her climbing over your fence
What was that for

She’s calling me
She’s calling me

I’ll be by your side
Today, tomorrow
The next day to follow
Again, I'm the bad man

Scraped your knee
On that hot summer concrete
When you’re young
Place your bets
How long till that old crew neck
Turns to dust
Crack a smile
And watch her cry within your lap
And see it pass
Rinse your mouth
Before that sweet ole taste turns sour
A wilted flower

She’s calling me
She’s calling me

I’ll be by your side
Today, tomorrow
The next day to follow
Again
I'm the bad man