Bad Things

Someone once asked me to choose a song that would best represent the kind of relationship I’d want, the kind of love I’d hope to one day have.

This question seems simple enough, right? I don’t know why, but I’ve always viewed that question the same as I do when asked, “if you could build the perfect guy, what would his qualities be?”

Love hits you when you’re not seeking it out and when you fall in love with another human, you fall in love with all of them (even their flaws and imperfections).  The store isn’t called Build-a-Boyfriend people, it’s Build-a-Bear. 

My answer has always been, “As long as he is a genuine guy then that’s really all I can ask for.” 

Back to the song reference, I was intrigued by the question, mainly because I reference lyrical quotes in my blogs. It took me a while to choose a song, quite honestly I could have curated an entire playlist around this question. But, without further or do…

Wait….before I post the song I want to pass along the same question to you. What song would represent the relationship/love you want or maybe already have?

Okay… Here’s mine, well one song at least.




Track art

Nothing’s that bad

If it feels good
So you come back
Like I knew you would
And we’re both wild
And the night’s young
And you’re my drug
Breathe you in ’til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum
I got what you dream ’bout
Nails scratchin’ my back tatt
Eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips
While my teeth sink in those lips
While your body’s giving me life
And you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

I can’t explain it
I love the pain
And I love the way your breath
Numbs me of novacaine
And we are
Always high
Keep it strange
Okay, yeah, I’m insane
But you the same
Let me paint the picture
Couch by the kitchen
Nothin’ but your heels on
Losin’ our religion
You’re my pretty little vixen
And I’m the voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said…

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