Halsey - Bad At Love

Halsey - Bad At Love

Got a boy back home in Michigan And it tastes like Jack when I'm kissing him

So I told him that I never really liked his friends Now he's gone and he's calling me a bitch again

There's a guy that lives in a garden state And he told me that we'd make it 'til we graduate

So I told him that the music would be worth the wait But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe That we're meant to be

But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy Get the best of me

Look, I don't mean to frustrate, But I always make the same mistakes, yeah

Always make the same mistakes 'cause...

I'm bad at love, ooh-ooh But you can't blame me for tryin'

You know I'd be lyin' sayin' You were the one, ooh-ooh

That could finally fix me Lookin' at my history

I'm bad at love

Got a girl with California eyes And I thought that she could really be the one this time

But I never got the chance to make her mine Because she fell in love with little thin white lines

London girl with an attitude We never told no one but we look so cute

Both got way better things to do But I always think about it when I'm riding through

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe That I'm in too deep

And jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy Get the best in me