Your star-speckled lies
Look a lot better than your eyes
Trapped in a mad race
Filled with bad taste
Big lips form aphrodisiac nets over time
But you're at the wrong spot
You can't tell if it's wrong or not
I can tell you're not thinking 'bout me
Rolling thoughts over hills
Big bottles got me thinking 'bout life in hell
You don't know
Bad Choice
Bad Choice
Bad Choice
Bad Choice
Your star-speckled lies
Look a lot better than your eyes
Trapped in a mad race
Filled with bad taste
Big lips form aphrodisiac nets over time
But you're at the wrong spot
You can't tell if it's wrong or not
Move easy through the wind
(Bad Choice)
I'm ripped apart again
(Bad Choice)
Move easy through the wind
(Bad Choice)
I'm ripped apart again
(Bad Choice)
I'm ripped apart again
(Bad Choice)
I'm ripped apart again