ALINA BIXBY

Lyrics

I tend to write bad songs for bad people
It’s easy to swallow what we wanna chew
And hard to spit out
But darling you, you, you, you

Gilded my heart when we first met
Jewel of the fantasy in my head
To keep it intact I cover the cracks

I don’t wanna say a bad word about you
What do I do? What do I do?
You’re all I wanted, how could I doubt you?
What does it prove? What does it prove?

Should I let it alone? Should I give you space?
Smack the hand that itches for your waist baby
Should I praise God above
And smother you with love, love, love, love?

I tend to write real songs for real people
I’m holding my tongue and it’s holding me back
All twisted up, what’s it about me
Wants the big break so much that I crack?

I don’t wanna say a bad word about you
What do I do? What do I do?
You’re all I wanted, how could I doubt you?
What does it prove? What does it prove?