I like to be bad

I drive my brothers mad,
They make me real sad,
It makes me glad,
To see them bad.

I like to be bad,
Reminds me of what we had,
Before you left me alone,
Sad.

I’m 100% sober,
And she thinks I’m stoned,
But he’ll never know,
How much it hurts to look at you.

I like to be bad,
Reminds me of what we had,
Before you left me alone,
Sad.

Sorry,
I like to live in the past,
Time flew by too fast,
We’ll always remember the memories we cast.

I like to be bad,
Reminds me of what we had,
Before you left me alone,
Sad.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010