reputation precedes me, in rumors i’m knee-deep

walking with his head down, i’m the one he’s walking to

i don’t like your perfect crime

shaking, pacing, i just need you

for all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

most fun i ever had, and i’d do it over and over and over again if i could

i’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

‘cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts

phone lights up my night stand in the black

it was the great escape, the prison break

you love it, i love it too ‘cause you my type

bridges burn, i never learn, at least i did one thing right

we were jet-set, bonnie and clyde, until i switched to the other side

your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

you said the gun was mine, isn’t cool, no, i don’t like you

lord, save me, my drug is my baby i’ll be using for the rest of my life

you asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out and threw a feast

windows boarded up after the storm

even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups

and a circus ain’t a love story, and now we’re both sorry

handsome, you’re a mansion with a view

honey, i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time

i’m perfectly fine, i live on my own

i once was poison ivy, but now i’m your daisy

this ain’t for the best

and i had a bad feelin' but we were dancin'

is this the end of all the endings?

did you think i wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?

isn’t it delicate?

made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling

we can’t make any promises now, can we, babe?

echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

i don’t like your little games

think about the place where you first met me

there is an indentation in the shape of you

flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes

the light of freedom on my face

no, nothing good starts in a getaway car

stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry

i’ve got a list of names and your is in red, underlined

no, nothing good starts in a getaway car

and i know i make the same mistakes every time

and i got a boyfriend, he’s older than us, he’s in the club doing i don’t know what

but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied

girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

think about the place where you first met me

there i was, giving you a second chance, but you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

i swear i don’t love the drama, it loves me