Cleveland, OH - John Floreani

And I was surprised in a Cleveland car park

In the corner, my new Texas sweetheart

The perfect setting for an awkward first kiss

You were smiling, so my lips met your teeth

You pushed me back into my bed with your eyes

You shift your hips to help your underpants pass your thighs

I couldn’t see you through the dark, but I could hear your voice

Whisper, «never let the distance catch us»

You told me that you’ve known a lot of assholes

Hey, I’m an asshole but I’d never treat you wrong

No more fighting, no more whiskey or cocaine

I can change if you promise to love me

I’d rather die on the plane flight home

Than disappoint you in the years to come

Let me crash into the ocean

Let the water fill my lungs

I’d rather die on the plane flight home

Than disappoint you in the years to come

Let me crash into the ocean

Let the water fill my lungs

Everything changed when that boy got hit

He fell and bashed his brains on the concrete

And I was thinking, «what the fuck’s so wrong with me

That’d make you sit by his bed for four long days»

And, oh, I know you said you were just friends

But I guess I’m not as stupid as you think

I’ve been waiting for a late night accident

Burning holes in my ceiling from my bed

Tell me — do you have a thing for the bad kid?

I heard he’s packing heat, and sells prescription meds

I would’ve killed that motherfucker with my bare hands

But I changed for you, 'cause you promised

I’d rather die on the plane flight home

Than disappoint you in the years to come

Let me crash into the ocean

Let the water fill my lungs

I’d rather die on the plane flight home

Than disappoint you in the years to come

Let me crash into the ocean

Let the water fill my lungs

If the bad boys are what you want

I can show you bad, I can show you bad

If the bad boys are what you want

I can show you bad, I can show you bad

You want a boy that makes his mother cry

You want a boy that drinks, so he can sleep at night

And all his friends are at needle’s edge

With seatbelt tourniquets in the passenger seat

A boy addicted to another’s sheets

When every girl means no more than the last one did

Read the stories on my hands

And my broken bones

And the scars on my legs

If the bad boys are what you want

I can show you bad, I can show you bad

If the bad boys are what you want

I can show you bad

I can show you bad

I can show you bad