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The Good Kind

If you can't lose something you never had
then why do I feel so damn bad?
Why does it matter you didn't call back?
Maybe I just wasn't cut out for this
causal, I'll see you when I see you stuff
leaving right after saying it's enough
You're so cool babe, never called my bluff
but I didn't lie when I said I played rough
and still you're the one who is leaving marks
now I don't even know what the hell I want

I sold my soul and my backbone
for a guy with tattoos and lots of fun
and he loved me wild like a loaded gun
I thought this is nice and this is it
I could do him and I could never quit
but his next move felt more like a hit
not the good kind, not electric
you just can't love a bullet.

I'm not a girl to let my feelings show
I wrap them all up, tie them in a bow
but you always did seem to know
So what if I want you more than you want me?
It doesn't change you kiss like candy
and I love all the ways you get so handsy
but I'm beginning to see this is settling
and that hits home so heavily
I can't just ignore it like its not there
I'm too invested now not to care
and you never promised so it's all fair
but it still feels like hell.

I sold my soul and my backbone
for a guy with tattoos and lots of fun
and he loved me wild like a loaded gun
I thought this is nice and this is it
I could do him and I could never quit
but his next move felt more like a hit
not the good kind, not electric
you  just can't love a bullet.

Well I broke the rules so I'll take the blame
like with any break, it comes with pain
so if you see me walking down the road in the rain
I'm just being dramatic so you can just drive away.
I never meant for things to get so complicated
you and I baby were supposed to be black and white
but I fell for you and fucked things up alright

I sold my soul and my backbone
for a guy with tattoos and lots of fun
and he loved me wild like a loaded gun
I thought this is nice and this is it
I could do him and I could never quit
but his next move felt more like a hit
not the good kind, not electric
you just can't love a bullet.
Written by CaityCat (Peaches O-Brien)
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