How bad that we met in life when I was ready
And in yours, there’s a maze right now
How bad that now we don’t want the same things
And those months we lived together were a fantasy
I slept at your place, then you at mine
How bad I didn’t see how much it would hurt me
With your black hair tangled in my fingers (Oh-oh)
I wrote songs and said, “I love you” (I love you)
And if I could, I’d put out your hell
But I know I shouldn’t, but I know I shouldn’t
But I know I shouldn’t
And now it makes me nauseous when I suddenly remember
My father told me what my grandfather said
“The perfect is the enemy of the good” (Of the good)
And how, miserable life, are you going to do this to me?
If what we had was the most beautiful
Why take it from me? And what do I have left?
How bad, how bad, how bad, how bad, how bad (Oh)
How bad, how bad, how bad (Oh)
How bad, how bad (Oh)
I never wanted more than what you gave me
You were never sad with what you had
And now what am I left with? And what am I left with, oh? (What am I left with? Mmm)
With your black hair tangled in my fingers (Oh-oh)
I wrote songs and said, “I love you” (So much)
Oh, if I could, I would put out your hell
But I know I shouldn’t, but I know I shouldn’t
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
How bad that the perfect is the enemy of the good
It hurts, but now I know I won’t stay here
It hurts, but now I’m going to put myself first
How bad, how bad, how bad, how bad
How bad, how bad, how bad, how bad
How bad, how bad (How bad, how bad)
(That for you, I almost swear, I’d adopt a dog)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
How bad, how bad, how bad, how bad
How bad that the bad is always the enemy of the good
The perfect is always the enemy of the good
(Never)
No more