Nothing ever happens to John Watson Nothing ever happened until you I had a blog full of empty facts A sense of peace that threatened to last There was only one bullet in that gun for only one use And like a hurricane you blew it away Swept me up in your dangerous games They think I’d rather be safe than free, well Show’s you what you know about me Well damn my therapist, damn the rules There’s crooks to catch and DI’s to fool Damn your brother and damn my leg Let’s find the dangerous It could be dangerous That’s what you said You’ve got me running on my leg without a cure Sending texts to murderers, What color suitcase and catch that cab Who is this bloke is he must be mad Drug’s busts Rachel two poisoned pills We both have an addiction to the thrill And then things wind down And they tell me I shouldn’t stick around If I want to stay safe and sound Well damn my therapist, damn the rules There’s crooks to catch and DI’s to fool Damn your brother and damn my leg Let’s find the dangerous It could be dangerous That’s what you said My hand refuses to shake And my mind is wide awake This man might be crazy but he’s a genius Don’t need a fucking cane Or life that’s inane What do you see, when you walk with Sherlock Holmes So damn the Yard and damn personal space We’ll breathe each other’s air and get off on the case Damn your assumptions and damn old strife I think this man just saved my life, oh Well damn my therapist, damn the rules There’s crooks to catch and DI’s to fool Damn your brother and damn my leg Let’s find the dangerous It could be dangerous That’s what you said Nothing ever happens to John Watson Nothing ever happened until you