It's my fault
Of course it is
It's always my bad habit
Push it away before it can end
Hope it recoils
And we make amends
But it doesn't
And I know you were a good thing
But I'm obsessed with a mood swing
In my dreams
You're finally a bad thing
And it's finally my reality
And I
Broke your heart
I (still) feel guilty
And Ted Bundy gave us true crime
And I'm ruining a good time
And you all know
You (all) know
So I write another pop song
Don't get me better
But they all get on
Push it away
Before it can end
Hope it recoils and we make amends
But the chorus is a good thing
And I'm obsessed with a mood swing
And my producer is a bad thing
And it's finally my reality
And I broke the charts
I still feel guilty
And Ted Bundy gave us true crime
And I'm ruining a good time
[Outro]
And God is good
And people kind
And God's got love
And I've got mine
Someone should
And they all know
They all know