s could kill,
you'd be a smokin' gun
I bet I could taste silver
drippin' off your tongue
When you drag that cigarette,
realize I never wanted so bad
to be the luckiest guy
I got x -ray vision
from across the room
I can only see the good
in something bad like you
I tell myself,
you're gonna be a heartbreak
I tell myself,
I'm better off running away
Bad news, it's easy to see
But lucky for you I never listen to me
Plains ain't, ain't my style
When it comes to finding trouble
I'm the poor street child
Oh dear Lord, don't forsake me
For acting a fool
Can you please forgive me
For I know what I do
When I say, do you drink
I don't really mean the whiskey
that you're pouring
It's how do you take your coffee
in the morning
Tell myself,
you're gonna be a heartbreak
tell myself I'm better off running away
Bad news, it's easy to see
But looking for you,
I never miss an elite
Playing safe ain't my style
When it comes to finding trouble,
I'm the poster child
I guess I'm just a sucker
for a crooked smile
When it comes to finding trouble,
I'm the poster child
Now mama always said, bed by eleven
Cause all good girls wanna
go to heaven
But tonight,
Miss America's misbehavin'
So lead me on into temptation
Tell myself,
you're gonna be a heartbreak
Tell myself, I'm better off coming home
Bad news, it's easy to see
But looking for you, I never listen to me
Tell myself, you're gonna be a car crash
But I'll be livin' it for me,
lovin' me,
breakin' my heart in half
Tell myself, I know I should leave
But lucky for him, I never listen to me
I never listen to me, I never listen to me
it comes to findin' trouble
on the postage
never listen to me
I guess I'm just a sucker
for a crooked smile
When it comes to findin'
trouble on the postage
I never listen to me