I think I may need a break
But you keep on coming my way
You stay testing my patience
I tell you that I need space
Now I'm stuck in my head
Contemplating what I said
Heard a ring from my phone
You always know when I'm alone
Tried to erase your phone number
But then you pulled up all summer
You're too bad to be good for me
You're too good to be bad for me
I call that good grief
Good grief
(I call that)
Good grief
(I call that)
Good grief
Good grief
(I call that)
Good grief
You're too bad to be good for me
You're too good to be bad for me
(I call that)