Baby I'm Bad News

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything
And the talkin' leads to touchin' and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And It's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief
When the loneliness leads to bad dreams
and the bad dreams lead me to callin' you
and I call you and say "C'MERE!"
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it's bad news
Baby it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news
'Cause you're just damage control for a walking corpse like me - like you '
Cause we'll all be Portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be Portions for foxes
There's a pretty young thing in front of you
and she's real pretty and she's real into you
and then she's sleepin' inside of you
and the talkin' leads to touchin' then touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news I don't blame you
I do the same thing I get lonely too
And you're bad news
My friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news
That you're bad news
Baby you're bad newsand you're bad news
Baby you're bad news and you're bad news
I don't care I like you and you're bad news
I don't care I like you

let's go back to the start.

It was an interesting week end.
Party-Ride-Sleep-Ride-Bus.
It was fun. I think.
Didn't see it go by, really.

I grew up a lot. It hit me this week end; talking about things that happened and realizing it was two years ago. Two years? ALREADY? It seems like it was just yesterday.

We're adults now. When did that happen? How do we make it stop?

To be honest, I'm scared shitless.