Bad Intentions

Waste my bad intentions on you
Waste my fake confessions too
Hum and sing along if you want to
Waste my bad intentions on you
Heard you come home with your head hung low
Ain’t enough room in town for both of us you know
Well, don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the wall
Heard what your​ mother said, but I ain’t that easily shook
I just gave you what you wanted, babe, all you asked for was a crook
This room bleeds like all good things lost
Back when we were young, so young, and everything came at such a cost
Well, don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the wall
I remember the southern sea
We couldn’t walk because you didn’t believe
And we searched for any degree of relief
But it was gone
Air was hollow and it started to see the
Water was whiskey and lovers were thieves
And we searched for any degree of relief
But it was gone, alright
Well, don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the
Don’t mind the writing on the wall