dynamite & bad decisions (12/8/20)
″oh baby, i hang on everything you say / i wanna write down every word,
but do me a favor when you come through:
when i look around, / don’t wanna see you.” -- the strokes’ bad decisions.
5) and it starts like this: we drove your dad’s sedan off the highway, then danced on the roof. it sank to the swamp, so we took off our shoes. it’s way past our curfew: you flipped off the moon. i think you’re a disaster. i think i want you.
4) your sister broke my nose, but you say you like ’em crooked. we’re good for nothing, aren’t we? i might as well look it. drink this, lovely! then follow me here--this dump is full of smog. and your eyes are so clear.
3) i’m queen of the asphalt. you’re monarch of the mud. i like the warmth of your hands. i like the taste of your blood. and we love, and we love, and we love, and we love. with you and for you, i’ve done things i’d never done.
2) my mother chased me out of the house. it’s okay. no, it’s okay! i’m done playing cat and mouse. i have you, don’t i? i have you. i have you. it’s always worth the trouble. always, if it’s you.
1) and it continues like this: i make bad decisions, and you press them to my lips. i’m a catastrophe, and you seal me with a kiss. if i told you to walk the other way, you’d never want to be free. you’re a bad decision, baby. but you were made for me.