Bernard Trigger

You're wasting your time
She says only the lonely
People in my life saw me lost in the moment
And down on my knees as I beg and I plead 
For some time in your sheets so I can get what I need, oh yeah

Straight struck by her figure 
Plot worsen shower curtain as she pulls bernard's trigger
And I hope and I pray
That it's going to fit her
But with Marlboro lips, how the fuck am I gonna quit her? Oh yeah

But late in the night I'm wondering like
Who are you, are you, baby?
The thorn in my side, or just my type?
I know it's wrong but I still want this 
My bad love, too much
Your touch, my lonely heart can't get enough, no

She, she sit there making fun of my tendency to fumble buttons
Frequency of quickly coming
To make me feel like I'm yours, oh
And me, I push my friends against the fence
She on the hunt for finger prints or circumstantial evidence
The things I'll do just to score

Late in the night I'm wondering like
Who are you, are you, baby?
The thorn in my side, or just my type?
Oh, hoo

I know it's wrong
But I still want this
My bad love, too much
Your touch, my lonely heart can't get enough

Talking sweet sins, wet wick
Calling my bluffs like text and sex
I feel the same, homicidal thoughts and growing pains