"Bad Love" lyrics

"Bad Love"

Boy, there's no room for your bad love
You drop it down here like it's enough, oh no
You'll never be more than someone that I used to know
Running round town while you're with me
Comin' back home feeling empty, I know
You'll never be more than somewhere that I didn't go...

Boy, there's no room for your bad love here
Never had much of a heart to aim for
I'm holding it back for the right idea
Holding it back for the love I came for

I know that you don't know better
I know that you don't know why I left ya
Scared of the truth cause you're killin' it
Scared of the proof cause you're spillin' it, everywhere
Your lie's catching up like a bullet moving through the air...

Boy, there's no room for your bad love here
Never had much of a heart to aim for
I'm holding it back for the right idea
Holding it back for the love I came for

Boy, there's no room for your bad love here
Never had much of a heart to aim for
I'm holding it back for the right idea
Holding it back for the love I came for
For the love I came for
Holding it back for the right idea
Holding it back for the love I came for


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