Sometimes when I tell the story of you I make you out to be the bad guy And though it's true Sometimes you're the bad guy You're still mine
Sometimes when I paint the picture It's easier just to remember The awful things you said And what you chose to do with legitimate need You made like a fool You made like a fool but you're still mine And I want you I want you I do
Why does it hurt more to recall Your good side, your good side I always went to you for advice You were a wise one, a wise one then When I think about you in that time It's harder to hate you then
But sometimes I want to hate you as the bad guy But I want you I want you the good and the bad guy The good and the bad guy The good and the bad guy The good and the bad guy